Too Late - Zamir

I-I guess my question is do you.\nDo you think it’s too late for me?\nWhat?\nI mean a-a-a-a-a-a-am I just doomed to be the person that I am?\nTh-The person in that book?\nIt’s not too late for me, is it?\nIt’s not too late?\nDiane, I need you to tell me that it’s not too late.\nBoJack, I\nI-I-I-I need you to tell me that I’m a good person.\nI know that I can be selfish and narcissistic and\nself-destructive, but underneath all that, deep down\nI’m a good person, and I need you to tell me that I’m good.\nDiane? Tell me, please, Diane.\nTell me that I’m good.\nTell me is it too late to change\nDon’t say that I’m trapped in my old ways\nI’ve been going through some moods swings today\nSo don’t bother to ask if I’m okay\nFood stains on my sweater, what do you think?\nBeen running low on gas in my fuel tank\nMood gray as the weather when it do rain\nFeel like I’ve been lacking the passion to do things\nStuck in my cocoon\nI’m consumed by the feeling that I’m running out of room\nLike I can’t breathe\nLike I need to bloom and escape from this place that I’m trapped in\nFlapping my wings as the butterfly I can be\nTell me in this metaphor\nCan I morph to a new me to leave behind any regrets that’ll beset me\nI’m not defined by my past, right?\nI know that I’m a sad sight.\nDidn’t get a wink of sleep last night\nThinking about all the mistakes that I’ve made\nThat I’ll take to my grave if I stay in this place where I lack light\nCan’t quite figure out\nHow to escape from my chrysalis\nAt war, like a sweepstakes, never winning this\nBattle of betterment\nFighting the sadness and bitterness\nDeveloped from the habits I’ve settled in\nI wish I wasn’t introverted\nI wish that I would talk more\nWish I wasn’t awkward\nI wish I didn’t end up hurting\nAll the people who I’m close to\nWho I’ve been acting cold to.\nI promise that it’s inadvertent\nI wish that I could show you the struggles that I go through.\nI need you to give me courage\nYea, I need you to help me.\nI need you to tell me,\nTell me\nTell me is it too late to change.\nDon’t say that I’m trapped in my old ways.\nI’ve been going through some moods swings today\nSo don’t bother to ask if I’m okay.\nFood stains on my sweater, what do you think?\nBeen running low on gas in my fuel tank.\nMood gray as the weather when it do rain.\nFeel like I’ve been lacking the passion to do things, oh.