Oh my god, I'm such a terrible mess
I'm turned on by the tabloids
You would never have guessedBut I'm 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 to get away, get away
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 day
Expensive habits and a taste for the town
Had me chasing 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 to get away, get away
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 stareCaught up in the spotlight
Shaking from the stage fright
How did I end up here?We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need to get awayWe're all part of the same sick little games
And I need to get away, get away
I'm wasting my days, I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick little gamesWe're all part of the same sick little games
And I need to get away