Pockets full of frogs and broken toys

fishing with the boys

my hair in braids

selling flowers on the dusty street

yeah, I was really sweet

I loved to play

laughing, running,

hiding in the fields

chasing butterflies

telling little lies



NOW IT'S ALL OVER

NOTHING FEELS THE SAME

AND I DON'T LIKE IT

I WANT IT BACK AGAIN



Pockets full of keys and credit-cards

a chain of broken hearts

no time for games

painting pictures on my weary face

I miss the good old days

it's such a shame

working, running

trying to make a stand

missing butterflies

still telling lies