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& watch 'em name their kids after cars
I'm finding me outI'm having my doubts
I'm losing the best of me
We're all part of the same
Sick, little games
& I need a getaway, getaway
I'm wasting my days
I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick, little games
I fell in loveShe was the friend of a sister
Of somebody famous
At least for a day
Expensive habits & a taste for the townHad me chasin down red carpets
& watching all my friends slip away
They're finding me out
I'm having my doubtsI'm losing the best of me
Dressed up as myself
To live in the shadow
Of who I'm supposed to be
We're all part of the same
Sick, little games& I need a getaway, getaway
I'm wasting my daysI throw them away
Losing it all on these sick, little games
If I play my cards right
I could make the big timeI 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
& I need a getaway, getaway
We're all part of the same
Sick, little games
& 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
& I need a getaway, getaway (getaway)
