Sometimes I questioned myself why did I ever indulge in love?
When I know I shouldn't be...
Why did I ever fell in love?
When I know I could avoid it...
Is it worth the pain that I'll suffer aftermath?
I never have the exact answer for this..
Because sometimes there are still a part of my heart clinging, asking and needing the love.
Like it is a drug.
A drug that I need to survive.