[ViceOverVirtue]

In my head I’ve been hiding
Unwritten suicide notes and recurring nightmares.
My thoughts have run on for too long tonight.
But if you ask me what I've been doing,
I probably won't tell you
That I've been thinking of death.
How, when, and where mine will come.

Because I’m well aware I could be gone
Before the sun meets the horizon,
And yet I’m stuck on dead-end thoughts
Which don’t allow me to sleep most nights.
While everyone I know works on self-improvement,
I chose self-destruction.
Perhaps I thought there was something to gain.
But now the future looks like a broken mirror
And I can’t see myself straight.

More often than not these days,
You'll find me sitting in clouds,
Just thinking about
How there aren’t enough days,
Enough seasons,
Enough time to go around.
I look towards the ground
Thinking of what it would be like
To jump from here,
And wondering if I'll ever find out.