oh my god,
I'm such a terrible mess
I'm turned on by the tabloids
you would never have guessed that,
I'm a sucker for the gossip
man, I take it too far
I'll bottle up my Hollywood and watch them name their kids after cars
I'm finding me out,
I'm having my doubts
I'm losing the best of me

We're all part of the same
sick little games and I need to get away
(get away)
I'm wasting my days,
I'd throw them away
losing it all on these sick little games

I fell in love,
she was the friend of a sister
of somebody famous
at least for a day
expensive habits and a taste for the town
had me chasing down red carpets and watching all my friends slip away
I'm finding me out,
I'm having my doubts
I'm losing the best of me
Dressed up as myself to live in the shadow
of who I'm suppose to be

We're all part of the same
sick little games and I need to get away
(get away)
I'm wasting my days,
I'd throw them away
losing it all on these sick little games

If I play my cards right
I could make the big time
I could be your reason to stare
caught up in the spot light
shaking from stage fright
how did I end up here?

We're all part of the same
sick little games and I need to get away
(get away)
We're all part of the same
sick little games and I need to get away
(get away)
I'm wasting my days,
I'd throw them away
losing it all on these sick little games

all part of the same sick little games
and i need to get away...