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