i knew a boy who liked to draw
he drew pictures that nobody saw
he was most artistic late at night
in the bathroom out of sight
he kept a secret no one knew
he didnt tell a soul and his gallery grew
his drawings were different no paper or pen
but needed a bandage now and again
we stood by the river under the stars
he rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars
he felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoe
i rolled up my sleeve and whispered
"I draw too"
