I knew a boy who liked to draw
He drew pictures that nobody saw
He was most artistic at night
In the bathroom at night
He kept a secret no one knew
He didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew
His drawings were different no pen or paper
but needed a bandage now and again
We stood by the river under the stars
He rolled up his sleeve and showed me his scars
He felt embarrassed and looked at his shoe
I then rolled up my sleeve and said I draw too
