i once 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 pens
but he 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 shoes
Then i rolled up my sleeves and whispered, \"i draw too\"