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

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