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CHRIS YONGE
CHRIS YONGE
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Washed up
All my friends are judging me 'cause I'm stuck
I can't find a way to get out of this rut
I got no idea where I'm going
Washed up
All my friends are judging me 'cause I'm stuck
I can't find a way to get out of this rut
I got no idea where I'm going
Feeling like I'm Edward Norton stuck in fight club
Looking in the mirror questioning does life suck
Doctors passing me some pills in a white cup
She says it deals with my depression when my night's fucked
Happiness yeah that feeling's foreign
Lately I don't feel too good or I don't feel important
I been laying in my bed look, the ceiling's boring
Staring at that shit for hours you won't hear me snoring
Washed up
All my friends are judging me 'cause I'm stuck
I can't find a way to get out of this rut
I got no idea where I'm going
Washed up
All my friends are judging me 'cause I'm stuck
I can't find a way to get out of this rut
I got no idea where I'm going
I'll be concise, I been struggling with sleepless nights
The ringing in my ears been hitting frequent heights
My vices been coming in at the cheapest price
And I got too much pride to ever fucking need advice
Judge me dog yeah go right ahead
I already do it every night in bed
I wish my hearing wasn't quite as dead
Then I could say my future's looking bright instead
Washed up
All my friends are judging me 'cause I'm stuck
I can't find a way to get out of this rut
I got no idea where I'm going
Washed up
All my friends are judging me 'cause I'm stuck
I can't find a way to get out of this rut
I got no idea where I'm going
Written by: CHRIS YONGE
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