Art 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 sight She kept a secret no one knew She didn't tell a soul and her gallery grew Her drawings was different, no paper or pen But needed a bandage, now and again We stood by the rive, under the stars She rolled up her sleeves and showed me her scars She felt embarrassed and looked down at her shoe Than I rolled up my sleeve and whispered "I DRAW TOO"
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