All Lined Up
I am all fucked up
And I am ready to break
No, I don't wanna be the guy
Who is always on the outside
I wanna find my own
Good place
All fucked up
And I don't know how
How I ever got to where I feel
Like I am dying on the inside
I want to be happy
But I don't know how?
I am all fucked up
And it's always the same
I always get so close
Then I let it get away
I got no one
But myself to blame
I'm all fucked up
And I don't know why?
If the rest of my life
Is going to be like this
I think I would rather die
I am all fucked up
Oh, am I all fucked up?
I know I am all fucked up
Am I all fucked up?
Am I all fucked up?
Am I all fucked up?
Am I all fucked up?
Burn
I am all fucked up
Yes, I am ready to break
Just that I don't wanna be the guy
Who is always on the outside
I wanna find my own
Good place
All fucked up
And I don't know how
How I ever got to where I feel
Like I'm dying on the inside
I want to be happy now
I am all fucked up
And it is always the same
I always get so close
Then I let it get away
I got no one
But myself to blame
I am all fucked up
And I don't know why
If the rest of my life
Is going to be like this
Than I think I would rather die
I am all fucked up
And I am ready to break
No, I don't wanna be the guy
Who is always on the outside
I wanna find my own
Good place
All fucked up
And I don't know how
How I ever got to where I feel
Like I am dying on the inside
I want to be happy
But I don't know how?
I am all fucked up
And it's always the same
I always get so close
Then I let it get away
I got no one
But myself to blame
I'm all fucked up
And I don't know why?
If the rest of my life
Is going to be like this
I think I would rather die
I am all fucked up
Oh, am I all fucked up?
I know I am all fucked up
Am I all fucked up?
Am I all fucked up?
Am I all fucked up?
Am I all fucked up?
Burn
I am all fucked up
Yes, I am ready to break
Just that I don't wanna be the guy
Who is always on the outside
I wanna find my own
Good place
All fucked up
And I don't know how
How I ever got to where I feel
Like I'm dying on the inside
I want to be happy now
I am all fucked up
And it is always the same
I always get so close
Then I let it get away
I got no one
But myself to blame
I am all fucked up
And I don't know why
If the rest of my life
Is going to be like this
Than I think I would rather die
I am all fucked up
Credits
Writer(s): Carl Marsh, David Geoffrey Allen, Barry William Andrews
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