It`s all over

<br>Pockets full of frogs and broken toys<br>fishing with the boys<br>my hair in braids<br>selling flowers on the dusty street<br>yeah, I was really sweet<br>I loved to play<br>laughing, running,<br>hiding in the fields<br>chasing butterflies<br>telling little lies<br><br>NOW IT`S ALL OVER<br>NOTHING FEELS THE SAME<br>AND I DON`T LIKE IT<br>I WANT IT BACK AGAIN<br><br>Pockets full of keys and credit-cards<br>a chain of broken hearts<br>no time for games<br>painting pictures on my weary face<br>I miss the good old days<br>it`s such a shame<br>working, running<br>trying to make a stand<br>missing butterflies<br>still telling lies