🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Sick Little Games - All Time Low

  my God, I'm such a terrible mess.
 I'm turned on by the tabloids, you would never  guessed,
 that I'm a sucker  their gossip, man I take it too far.
 I bottle up my Hollywood, and watch them name their kids after 
 
 I'm finding  out,
 I'm having my 
 I'm losing the  of me.
 
 We're all  of the same, sick little games,
 And  need a get-away (get away)
 I'm wasting  days, I throw them away,
 Losing it all  these sick little games.
 
 Fell in love, she  the friend of a sister,
 of somebody famous - at least for a 
 Expensive habits and a taste  the town,
 had me chasing down red carpets, and watching  my friends slip away,
 
  finding me out,
 I'm having my 
 I'm losing the  of me.
 Dressed up as myself, to live in  shadow, of who I'm supposed to be.
 
 We're all part of the  sick little games,
 And  need a get-away (get away)
 I'm wasting my days, I throw  away,
 Losing it all on these sick little 
 
 If I play my cards right I can  the big time,
 I  be a reason to stare.
 Caught up in the spotlight, shaking from the  fright,
 How did I end  here?
 
 We're  part of the same, sick little games,
 And I need a get-away (get 
 
 We're all part of the same, sick  games,
 And  need a get-away (get away)
 I'm wasting my  I throw them away,
 Losing it  on these sick little games.
 
 We're  part of the same, sick little games,
 And I  a get-away (get away)