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