I've had a friend for many years

and his name is temptation

When we met I'd shed some tears
I needed no contemplation

He never left he was always there
and assured me I was right

Held my hand to show his care

and took away my fright

Then came the day I clearly knew

that without him I would cry

From under me and out of the blue

a new friend for me to rely

but when he turned to look my way

and I saw the look in his eye

I was frightful of what he'd say

I was unsure, didn't understand

what was I suposed to do

Just then he reached out his big hand

I shouldn't shake it this I knew

Yet I leaned forward shy to grab it

he then whispered in my ear

Nice to meet glad we met

I'm your new friend

and my name is habit.