According To Plan

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?
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 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?
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 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