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Maybe it's the way things never go as planned
Maybe it's the cigarette
Always in your hand
Either way
We always collide
Maybe it's the tears
We cry at the same moment
Or the way the world seems to spin just for us
Like we own it
Maybe it's the way the wind blows
And sends us the same dancing leaves
Or maybe it's a pattern
Like the colors changing in the trees
Maybe it's the people we meet
That know we know each other
Maybe it's the fact
That we act
Like the other one's mother
Maybe it's the matching scars
Sprawled across our wrists
Or the fact that when I say leave…
You still persist
To wake me up
And help me through this
Maybe it's the fact that you left
And I stayed right here
And if I make it to the other side
You'll be the first to know
I made it there
Because we will collide
copyright (c) July 2007
Deanna Prall
Maybe it's the cigarette
Always in your hand
Either way
We always collide
Maybe it's the tears
We cry at the same moment
Or the way the world seems to spin just for us
Like we own it
Maybe it's the way the wind blows
And sends us the same dancing leaves
Or maybe it's a pattern
Like the colors changing in the trees
Maybe it's the people we meet
That know we know each other
Maybe it's the fact
That we act
Like the other one's mother
Maybe it's the matching scars
Sprawled across our wrists
Or the fact that when I say leave…
You still persist
To wake me up
And help me through this
Maybe it's the fact that you left
And I stayed right here
And if I make it to the other side
You'll be the first to know
I made it there
Because we will collide
copyright (c) July 2007
Deanna Prall
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