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Portraits from my brain
These are visions from my brain, not entirely are they sane
They came from occurrences in my life, all these pictures cut like a knife
Like this one, from the windy city Oh! That child, she was so pretty
And of her fate, I did learn, for all of her skin it did burn
Try as I might or try as I may, it didn't matter for she died that day
Here's another from the big apple, there many an emotion I did sample
I lived with my Aunt and her man of the day, we had it all, nothing was in our way
We lived so very high off the hog, strange? neither one of them had a job
I found out from him, his financial source, and the price he paid, when he became a corpse
In the upper west side, we lived in a loft, that all changed when a shotgun blew his head off
And last, the one I most detest, from the movie city of the west
I was there just one year, yet I found a girl she was so dear
Of many a day did we have our delight, and at night, we bathed in moonlight
The outside was fine, she always had fun, but on the inside she was dying, her soul so numb
She didn't let on, she didn't give in, even when the clouds had started to set in
Nothing I did seemed to matter, for her last day, my life did shatter
She went to the highest building, looking for Hell, and she found it when she fell
Now these are the stories I give to you, from my life, they are but a few
I'm not looking for pity, nor am I looking for remorse
these are just the things that set my life's course
