Output

Overthinking is a sickness hopeful that you'll get this
Hope it reaches you
And your death doesn't dismiss it
Flask full of some liquid
Eyes fixed on a misfit
I can hear footsteps from
Someone in the distance
And they call your name as you sink and fall into your grave

Optimistic is this witness
Life too short to risk it
You've got the potential
To make better decisions
I thought i could ditch this
Skin suit from existence
Ascend to higher realms
In a search for more consistence
And then i saw nothing
And fought until God caved