i Knew a Boy who liked to draw,he drew pictures that no one saw,he was most artistic late
at night,in the bathroom out of sight,he kept a secret no one knew,
he didnt tell a soul and his gallery grew,his drawings were different no paper or pen,
but he needed a bandage now and again,we stood by the river under the stars,
he rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars,he felt embarrassed and looked down
at his shoe,then i rolled up my sleeves and whispered “i draw to”.
at night,in the bathroom out of sight,he kept a secret no one knew,
he didnt tell a soul and his gallery grew,his drawings were different no paper or pen,
but he needed a bandage now and again,we stood by the river under the stars,
he rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars,he felt embarrassed and looked down
at his shoe,then i rolled up my sleeves and whispered “i draw to”.
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