This life is just highs and lows, chasing after the high and then getting told what I've found isn't healthy

My death attempt says, "Do you wanna hurt, or is the pain you're 'tryna fight?"

Away, belate the thoughts that remind you you're okay

Trade hatchfullness for the passion of this dying light

And, teach me, it doesn't have to be alright

My attitude at this altitude says my thoughts 'oughta 'gotta take flight

So, remind me, will I die tonight?