Believing in love is something different for me,
As the rain pours on my balcony,
birds creeping sound makes my morning!
But later it turns into something so annoying,
That I want to sleep again, as there is no love happening.
It’s a myth I feel to fall in love with somebody,
Presence does heal but later relationships feel like a responsibility.
I ain’t wanna be somebody’s lover I guess,
As thousands die in love, and I wanna live.
So I’ll choose loneliness over a lover,
With no ring that shows possession,
I’ll be in million hearts, as love will remain a myth forever.