🎵 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  have guessed,
 that I'm a  for their gossip, man I take it too far.
 I bottle up my Hollywood, and watch them name their  after cars.
 
  finding me out,
 I'm having  doubts,
 I'm losing the best  me.
 
 We're all part of the same,  little games,
 And I need a get-away (get 
 I'm wasting my days, I throw  away,
 Losing it all on these sick little 
 
 Fell in love, she was the friend  a sister,
 of somebody famous - at least for  day.
  habits and a taste for the town,
 had me chasing down red carpets, and  all my friends slip away,
 
 They're finding  out,
 I'm  my doubts,
 I'm losing the best  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 I need  get-away (get away)
  wasting my days, I throw them away,
 Losing it all on these sick  games.
 
  I play my cards right I can make the big time,
 I could be a reason  stare.
 Caught up in the spotlight, shaking from  stage fright,
  did I end up here?
 
  all part of the same, sick little games,
  I need a get-away (get away)
 
 We're all part of the same,  little games,
  I need a get-away (get away)
 I'm wasting my days,  throw them away,
 Losing  all on these sick little games.
 
 We're all part  the same, sick little games,
  I need a get-away (get away)