Why are my eyes always shifting away from 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?”  I fucked 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.