the grass wasn’t greener

I-I guess my question is
Do you, do you think it's too late for me?
What?
I mean am-am-am-am I just doomed to be the person that I am
The person in that book
I-I-It's not too late for me, is it? I-I-It's not too late
Diane I need you to tell me that it's not too late
Bojack, I
I-I-I-I need you to tell me that I'm a good person
I know that I can be selfish and narcissistic and self-destructive
But underneath all that, deep down, I'm a good person
And I need you to tell me that I'm good, Diane
Tell me, please, Diane, tell me that I'm good

Yeah, Yeah
I don't love my life but I live it for you
I do every little thing that you want me to do
You say that "It's scaring me" but therapy ain't nothing to snooze
She find hilarity in tearing up my heart into two
I still struggle with sobriety; I'm self destructive
Even noticing my flaws and tell myself to hide shit
Sick of this reflection; I have yet to love it
Give a fuck about my baggage
I can't check this luggage
Disappointing everyone I love cause next to nothing
Being honest with my traumas is my next adjustment
Tryin' to make the path to healing less reluctant
Before I'm hanging from a noose and my neck is crushing
Life, Sex and drugs, and I'm lacking purpose
My addictions are a cracking furnace
And I write a song to try to scratch the surface
But I'm never able I don't have the courage

There's nothing in this world that I could say I understand enough
When I run from my problems I just wonder if I'm man enough
To be the one to run the world
That's sitting down but still standing up
My mom and I beat poverty I had no choice bitch I ran it out

There's nothing in this world that I could say I understand enough
When I run from my problems I just wonder if I'm man enough
To be the one to run the world
That's sitting down but still standing up
My mom and I beat poverty I had no choice bitch I ran it out



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Writer(s): Steven Albert Rogers Morales, Connor H. Carroll, Henry Anzola
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