It's Never Too Late to Change

I've done so many things. Not all of them good. I climbed a

hundred mountains, I never thought I would. I dove into the depths,

of insanity and hate. Oh, when I hit bottom,

I thought it was too late. I like the way it felt, the ecstasy of

pain. Never wanted it to end, I was everything but sane.

I was hopeless and destroyed, thought it was my fate. But since then,

I've learned a few good things. Now I know it's not too late.

It isn't too late to change, it isn't too late to rearrange.