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 didn't 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 selves and showed me his scars
He looked embarrassed but he hardly knew
Then I rolled up my sleeves
"I draw too"