Talk:Hey, whats up?/@comment-7972228-20141118221939

"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 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 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 a 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,

Shaking from the stage fright

How did I end up here?

We're all part of the 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 I need a get-away

(Get away)"

xxMadixx "My love for you was bulletproof, but you're the one who shot me."