There was this girl who liked to draw
She drew pictures that nobody saw
She was the most artistic late at night
In the bathroom out of sight
she kept a secret know one knew
She didn't tell a soul as her gallery grew
Her drawings were different
no paper or pen
but she need a bandage every now and then
We stood stood by the river under the stars
she pulled up her sleeves and showed me her scars
she looked embarrassed and looked down at his shoes
then i rolled up my sleeve and whispered
"I draw too"
