Текст песни Its All Over

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