"I knew a girl who liked to draw.
She drew pictures that nobody saw.
She was most artistic at night,
In her bathroom, out of sight.
She didn't tell a soul and her art gallery grew.
Her drawings were different,
No pencil or pen,
But needed a band-aid now and then.
We stood by the river,
Under the stars.
She pulled up her sleeve and showed me her scars.
She was so embarrassed and looked at her shoes.
I pulled up my sleeve and said
I draw too."