I miss when I was young – it was all so much fun – I thought that I was free – maybe I was it must have been lovely – I remember when dad was dad and mum was mum and home was home – before I realised I’m all alone – and yet I’m never alone – even though I’m grown – it’s this Stockholm – syndrome – it’s this lack of backbone – I miss when I was young – when I was strong – when I felt like I belonged – but now that’s all gone – I remember when I had a name that wasn’t Bright Star – when people thought I’d go far – and then I went far – and they called me pop star – big ha ha – goodbye life, yeah, au revoir – I miss when I was young – didn’t know that I’d become – just a tune they all could hum…