"Second Family Portrait" as written by and Benjamin P Cooper....
My life started slow, in a town of idle minds
Where daydreams filled the space between our simple dramas
And my mom was strange, but she always liked to sew
And all my clothes smelled like the room I was born in

And my dad was calm, never used two words when one would do
And my brother's hands were mischief bent, with no will to stop 'em
And on the whole we lived simply, and day to day
Our fears were trivial, they always died with every sunset

When I was twelve my affliction came to light
And I was told that some things I heard were only there in my head
But I couldn't tell which were real and which we not
And the question loomed over all I did, whether I could trust it

And I guess over time it became too much
And I was sent away at my mom's behest
'cause she'd grown to fear me

Now I live up north, in the house for the broken heads
And my father comes and visits me whenever he can afford it
Sometimes at night, when the voices quiet down
I find I hope that I am missed, and that they haven't forgot me


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    General CommentThese are the lyrics to "Family Portrait" not "Second Family Portrait" . . .
    exesandohnoson July 10, 2014   Link
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    General CommentHere are the proper lyrics, in the event that the lyric change request doesn't go through:

    My life started slow, in a town of idle minds
    Where daydreams filled the space between our simple dramas
    And my mom was strange, but she always liked to sew
    And all my clothes smelled like the room I was born in

    And my dad was calm, never used two words when one would do
    And my brother's hands were mischief bent, with no will to stop 'em
    And on the whole we lived simply, and day to day
    Our fears were trivial, they always died with every sunset

    When I was twelve my affliction came to light
    And I was told that some things I heard were only there in my head
    But I couldn't tell which were real and which we not
    And the question loomed over all I did, whether I could trust it

    And I guess over time it became too much
    And I was sent away at my mom's behest
    'cause she'd grown to fear me

    Now I live up north, in the house for the broken heads
    And my father comes and visits me whenever he can afford it
    Sometimes at night, when the voices quiet down
    I find I hope that I am missed, and that they haven't forgot me
    SephNiteon November 11, 2014   Link
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    General Commenti wonder if this is autobiographical in any way.
    Depresjaon October 15, 2013   Link

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