Picture Book

I've
heard people say they like me
and then laugh when I fail
and some have said they own me
but only give the price of betrayal
B
ut
I
think you're different
and I want to let you in
I ca
n tell you my life and where I've
been
like a book begins
A
nd if
you could draw a picture of you
of what you think is inside
W
ould it be you or me we recognise
?
and if you could draw a picture of me
of what you think is inside
W
ould it be you or me we recognise
?
Paint in the fields the sky and rain
and imaginings unset
R
ub out the dark lines
and sleeping in the cites of regret
And if you could draw a picture of you
of what you think is inside
W
ould it be you or me we recognise
?
and if you could draw a picture of me
of what you think is inside
W
ould it be you or me we r
ecognise
?
Secrets are passed down in our hair
like cartoons flying in
the air