I once knew a
Girl who lived to
Draw beautiful pictures
Nobody saw
She drew by herself
Scared at night
She only draws out of fright
I want to tell her i'm okay
But I can't
I want to tell I'm here
I can't
I want to tell her I'm watching her
I can't
But she knows who I am
I am a very very very old friend
I am the boy who loved to draw
Those beautiful pictures
That nobody saw
The one who laid with her and
Watched her scars
The one who didn't make it as far
But now she joins me
I won't complain
Cause we died
For the same feeling
The feeling of
Pain.
