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

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