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 their gossip, man I take it too far
I 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 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

They´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 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 throw them away
Losing it all on these sick, little games

If I play my cards right
I can make the big time
I could be a reason to stare

Caught up in the spotlight
Shaken 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 away (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 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 (get away, get away)