Courtney. That's my name. It's more like a facsimilie of a sham, but I like it. |
"You're grounded" she cried
As I walked right through the door...
Razors cut deeper than knives
Not just on skin...
Out over on Cherry Street,
Followed by the patter of my feet...
You say I'm different,
But we're both the same...
I am an artist
Who paints with red paint...
You are a facsimilie of a sham and I love you. |