All Time Low - Sick Little Games

23. august 2011 at 12:38 | Romča

Oh my God, I'm such a terrible mess
I'm turned on by the tabloids, you would never have guessed
That I'm a sucker for their gossip, man, I take it too far
I bottle up my Hollywood and watch 'em name their kids after cars

I'm finding me out, I'm having my doubts, I'm losing the best of me

We're all part of the same, sick little games
And I need to get away, get away, I'm wasting my days
I throw them away, losing it all on these sick little games

I fell in love, she was the friend of a sister
Of somebody famous at least for a day, expensive habits and a taste for the town
Had me chasin down red carpets and watching all my friends slip away

They're finding me out, I'm having my doubts
I'm losing the best of me, dressed up as myself
To live in the shadow, of who I'm supposed to be

We're all part of the same, sick little games
And I need to get away, get away, I'm wasting my days
I throw them away, losing it all on these sick little games

If I play my cards right, I could make the big time
I could be a reason to stare, caught up in the spot light
Shaking from the stage fright.. How did I end up here?

All part of the same, sick little games
And I need to get away (get away, get away, get away)

We're all part of the same, sick little games
And I need to get away, get away, I'm wasting my days
I throw them away, losing it all on these sick little games

All part of the same, sick little games
And I need to get away (get away, get away..)
 

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