Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: Sick Little Games

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 for their gossip, man I take it too far.
I bottle up my Hollywood, and watch them name their kids 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,
I need a get-away (get away)
I'm wasting my days, I throw them away,
Losing it all on these sick little games.

Fell in love, she was the friend of a sister,
of somebody - 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 me.
Dressed up as myself, to live in the shadow, of who I'm supposed to be.

We're all part of same, sick little games,
And I need a get-away (get away)
I'm wasting my days, I 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.
up in the spotlight, shaking from the stage fright,
How did I end up here?

We're all part of same, sick little games,
And I need a get-away (get away)

We're all part of the same, sick little games,
And I need a get-away (get away)
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 need a get-away (get away)