You smoke your ciggerette down to the bone 
and since you vowed to back it and you're too proud to sack it 
You have to carry on, on your own 
You think you had it under control 
Best foot forward, don't look back no more 
Break your heart and torment your soul 

They sold my name after they stole my shame 
Sold my name ah yeah 
Tumbled my game, tumbled their game 
Tablet sized brains 

You smoke your ciggerette down to the bone 
Best not to mention you're craving attention 
love from fame like blood from a stone 
Too busy to notice that you'd throne 
Turn to dust, there's no one left to [bad word] 
last chance and your mind will go 

Suppose my name, suppose it came 
and they sold my shame yeah... 
Suppose it came and I tumbled their game 
Tabloid spy brain 

But is it really such a sin though? 
It's one and the same