Watch me choke on all the things I still don't know. 

Because all the progress I have made is measured on a worthless folded page. 

At least I know, that's not everything I had to give. 
And maybe with experience I'll learn to live. 

But I can't regret the things I never did, while you all made mistakes, I was hiding in my bed. 
And I can't regret the things I never did, but you should know, I never meant anything that I said.