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