I
knew a girl who liked to draw, she drew pictures that nobody saw,
she was most artistic
late at night,
In the bathroom out of site,
She kept it a secret nobody knew, she didn't a soul and her
gallery grew, her drawings were different no paper or
pen, but needed a bandage now
and again we sat by the river under the stars she rolled up her
sleeves and showed me her scars, she felt embarrased and looked
at her shoes, I rolled my sleeves up and said don't worry I
draw to.
