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 'em 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 chasin 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 could make the big time   I could be a reason to stare   Caught up in the spot light   Shaking from the stage fright   How did I end up here?      All part of the same   Sick little games   And I need to get away, 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, get away