COLLISION

COLLISION
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I’m not here to tell you when to cry
I don’t know who needs a bigger piece of the pie
I’m not you, though your part of my decision
Ain’t it funny how we live with this collision?

You into me
You’re on my mind
Me into you
And then we wind

I’m not here; there is a muse that moves my hand
He don’t know where the flying seed will land
But he loves you when you share your hearts precision
And that is when we wind in our random collision