Is it my time? 
Is it my time to shine?
Is it my time to die? 
On the outside I look like I’m doing just fine. 
On the inside, I’m trapped inside these happy lies. 
Is it my time? 
Is it my time to be free? 
Is it my time to lay low? 
On the outside, I look like me. 
But on the inside, I see through the eyes of my foe. 
Is it my time? 
Is it my time to live? 
Is it my time to love? 
On the outside, I can’t even begin to cross that bridge. 
On the inside, all I see is a bloody dead dove. 
So which is it? 
Life or death? 
I guess I have to wait through this shit. 
Or will tonight be the night I take my last breath?