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