My Bad Habit
I've got this bad habit,
Lord knows I've tried to stop it,
But it just seems impossible,
Always getting me into trouble,
Making me do the oddest things,
Like trying to fly without wings,
Heaven knows I can't get through,
This habit of always falling for you.
Sometimes I swear with a raised hand,
To try and be a better man,
But when you walk and pass me by,
My determination tends to say goodbye,
And there I go right back to the start,
Chasing you around with a racing heart,
Coz heaven knows I can't get through,
This habit of always falling for you.
I've tried to sever all connections,
I've been to a dozen confessions,
To free me of this insane habit,
That seemingly bears no limit,
But still I lie awake all night,
Restlessly turning till the morning light,
For heaven knows I can't get through,
This habit of always falling for you
So you see, you're my nemesis,
To my insanity, its genesis,
Driving me through to the revelation,
That your smile to me, be my salvation,
For if not for your radiant face,
I may be without a saving grace,
Since heaven knows I can't get through,
This habit of always falling for you.
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