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