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 the butterflies
  telling little lies
  
  Now it's all over
  Nothing feels like 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