it s like life imitating life constantly repeating history until it s blind it s like time only speaks in rhymes repeating repetition til you re lost inside your mind was i a terminal distraction or just a chemical reaction or is it chance or is it fate was i just standing in your way i find it hard to understand how you love this ordinary man and so extraordinarily maybe it s all unraveling according to plan it s like life imitating life constantly revolving round the tips of sharpened knives it s like time draws a crooked line repeating shapes and patterns til it just can t be defined is it a critical invention or just fulfilling it s intention or is it chance or is it fate or are we simply meant to wait i find it hard to understand yeah that it s all left up to chance and so arbitrarily but if she sees something in me it must be life imitating life manipulating varying degrees of wrong and right i guess it might just possibly may be all unraveling according to plan