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

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