khatam karata hoon
per khatam hota nahi hai
mohabaat bhi kitna ajab silsila hai
khatam karata hoon
per khatam hota nahi hai
mohabaat bhi kitana ajab silsila hai
vo bewafaa hai ye main jaanta hoon
vo bewafaa hai ye main jaanta hoon
per ab talak dil ussi se mila hai

khatam karati hoon
per khatam hota nahi hai
mohabaat bhi kitana ajab sil sila hai
vo bewafaa hai ye main janathi hoon
vo bewafaa hai ye main janathi hoon
per ab talak dil ussi se mila hai
khatam karata hoon
per khatam hota nahi hai
mohabaat bhi kitana ajab silsila hai

jab ye lage ab usko bhul gaya
to chupke se aa jati hai yaade
kuch din mai khamosh to rehatha hoon
per kuch din mein ho jati hai baate
jab ye lage me usse door hui
to khwabon me uske pass gayi
kya main bolu bechaini ka aalam
karwat karwat sari raat gayi
dard badatha hai per dard hota nahi hai
mohabaat bhi kitana ajab silsila hai
dard badatha hai per dard hota nahi hai
mohabaat bhi kitana ajab silsila hai

jab ye lage ab uska naam na lu
to dil ye likh deta hai sau afsaane
pal pal dhokhe khaye jisse humne
shayad abhi hai uss ke deewane
jab ye lage na usse aur milu
to milane ko dil karatha hai jyada
bhul se uski pass agar pahunchi mai
to lekar aati ek toota wada
chot lagti hai per jakhm hota nahi hai
mohabaat bhi kitana ajab silsila hai
vo bewafaa hai ye main janati hoon
vo bewafaa hai ye main janati hoon
per ab talak dil ussi se mila hai
khatam karata hoon
per khatam hota nahi hai
mohabaat bhi kitana ajab silsila hai
vo bewafaa hai ye main janatha hoon
vo bewafaa hai ye main janatha hoon
per ab talak dil ussi se mila hai

khatam karati hoon
per khatam hota nahi hai
mohabaat bhi kitana ajeeb silsila hai
mohabaat bhi kitana ajab silsila hai

I end it all,
Yet it never truly ends,
Love, a paradox that transcends.
I end it all,
Yet it never truly ends,
How strange is love's cadence, it bends.
She betrays, this truth I hold,
She betrays, this truth I hold,
Yet still, my heart, to her, is sold.

I end it all,
Yet it never truly ends,
Love, a paradox that transcends.
He betrays, this truth I know,
He betrays, this truth I know,
Yet still, my heart, to him, does flow.
I end it all,
Yet it never truly ends,
Love, a paradox that transcends.

When I believe I've let her go,
Memories creep in, soft and low.
For days, I'm silent, locked in grief,
Then whispers rise, beyond belief.
When I believe I'm far away,
My dreams to her, they softly stray.
How can I speak this restless plight?
The sleepless night, a painful fight.
The ache intensifies, but wounds won't bleed,
How strange is love's perplexing creed!
The ache intensifies, but wounds won't bleed,
How strange is love's perplexing creed!

When I believe I won't speak her name,
My heart writes tales, a burning flame.
Each moment, betrayed by her facade,
I'm still her captive, love-mad, flawed.
When I believe I won't meet again,
My heart desires her, again, again.
If chance leads me near her door,
A broken vow, is all I implore.
The sting is there, but scars won't appear,
How strange is love, so very near!
She betrays, this truth I know,
She betrays, this truth I know,
Yet still, my heart, to him, does flow.
I end it all,
Yet it never truly ends,
Love, a paradox that transcends.
She betrays, this truth I hold,
She betrays, this truth I hold,
Yet still, my heart, to her, is sold.

I end it all,
Yet it never truly ends,
How strange is love's cadence, it transcends.
How strange is love's cadence, it bends.