Sick Little Games Lyrics - Nothing Personal - All Time Low

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 

& 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 

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& I need a getaway, getaway 

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 & a taste for the town 

Had me chasin down red carpets 

& 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 

Photos 

Of who I'm supposed to be 

We're all part of the same 

Sick, little games 

& I need a getaway, getaway 

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 spotlight 

Shaking from the stage fright 

How did I end up here? 

All part of the same 

Sick, little games 

& I need a getaway, getaway 

We're all part of the same 

Sick, little games 

& I need a getaway, getaway 

I'm wasting my days 

I throw them away 

Losing it all on these sick, little games 

We're all part of the same 

Sick, little games 

& I need a getaway, getaway (getaway)