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

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