Letra de Sick Little Games
Oh my God, I'm such a terrible mess I'm turned on by the tabloids You would never have guessedThat I'm a sucker for their gossip Man, I take it too far I bottle up my Hollywood And watch 'em name their kids after carsI'm finding me out I'm having my doubts I'm losing the best of meWe're all part of the same Sick, little games And I need a getaway, getaway I'm wasting my days I throw them away Losing it all on these sick, little gamesI fell in love She was the friend of a sister Of somebody famous At least for a dayExpensive habits and a taste for the town Had me chasin' down red carpets And watching all my friends slip awayThey're 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 supposed to beWe're all part of the same Sick, little games And I need a getaway, getaway I'm wasting my days I throw them away Losing it all on these sick, little gamesIf I play my cards right I could make the big time I could be a reason to stare Caught up in the spotlight Shaking from the stage fright How did I end up here?All part of the same Sick little games And I need a getaway (getaway, getaway) We're all part of the same Sick, little games And I need a getaway, getaway I'm wasting my days I throw them away Losing it all on these sick, little games We're all part of the same Sick, little games And I need a getaway, getaway (getaway, getaway, getaway)