My Time

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It was a dark and stormy evening

And the rain was pouring down

I remember wanting nothing more

Than to get out of this town 

So I watched through the glass window

As the city was transformed

My heart was in a far off place

And I was feeling torn 

Well the nights were getting colder

And the days would never end

And I wandered through this empty life

Searching for a friend

When I cried no one could hear me

Though nobody would have cared

Out there each man was for himself

Not a single thing was shared

And the coldness of the metal

Made my hands feel slightly numb

And I thought I heard a voice call

But I'm not quite sure where from

So as I took a sip of whiskey,

I said my last goodbye

And I pulled that metal trigger

Because it was my time to die 

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