Dressed up as myself, to live in the shadow, of who I'm supposed to be.
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,
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.
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