Stella Break your little heart, 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 sucker for their gossip, man I take it too far. I bottle up my Hollywood, and watch them name their kids after cars.
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.
3pm on my feet and staggering Through misplaced words and a sinking feeling I got carried away Sick, Sick of sleeping on the floor Another night another score I'm jaded, bottles breaking.
Watch you take the fall Laughing all the way to the hospital 'Cause there's nothing surgery can do Show you to the door sew yourself shut Now you're begging for more 'Cause there's nothing surgery can do.
Don't be so sentimental, no This love was accidental, so Give it up, this was never meant to be more than a memory for you
2am I'm on a blackout binge again You know I don't need sleep And I lost my keys, But I've got so many friends And they keep, keep me coming back for more Another night another score I'm faded, bottles breaking.
One more reason I should never have met you Just another reason I could never forget you Down we go, the rooms spinning outta control Lose yourself in a chemical moment The night life's taking it's toll That's just the way it goes Come on, would you take me home?
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.
Farhan Say.. @ 12:06 AM
