I once knew a girl who liked to draw
Beautiful pictures that nobody saw.
She drew by himself alone at night
Locked in bedroom out of sight.
Her drawings were different, no pencil or pen.
But needed a bandage every now and then.
The pictures were strange they were with a twist
Her pen was a razor, her canvas a wrist.
We lay out at night, watching the stars
She lifted her sleeve and showed her scars.
I wasn't shocked, I knew what to do.
I rolled my sleeve and said: «I draw too».
I once knew a girl who liked to draw
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