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Newspaper clippings |
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All over your bedroom floor |
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And there's pictures of you since you were a girl |
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Since you were a girl of four |
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You're a child star |
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They ordained you |
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You're a child star |
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At that time that was right |
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But you're thirty-four today |
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You gotta stop, stop acting like a child |
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Been such a long time baby |
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Since you were knee high |
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And you're much too old for pampering |
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And you're much too young to die |
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Much too old for lollipops |
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And not old enough for lies |
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You're a grown woman, stop acting |
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Acting like a child |
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Box of heavy tablets |
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Lying by your bed |
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And there's sadness clogging up your memories |
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They block your head |
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You're playing games, games with nature |
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Games you can't afford to lose |
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How can you find out who you are |
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Surrounded by the blues |
