Why are my eyes always shifting away from anyone, everyone else's eyes?
A minor case; major depressive, a fantastic film score
My father's bike; my weight descending, with nothing to wait for
Then I push my hair back, then I mess it up
Then I bite my tongue from singing what you'll all say
"You swore that you would live your life without regret. Well, what do you wait for?"
Melissa, I f*cked up
I won't cut my arms off, that won't keep me warm at night. And I'll do my best to live my life without regret