Alone, listless
Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl, violence
Center of her own attention

The mother reads aloud
Child, tries to understand it
Tries to make her proud
The shades go down
It's in her head
Painted room
Can't deny there's something wrong

Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me

She holds the hand that holds her down
She will rise above

Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to be
The picture kept will remind me

Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to be
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me

(The shades go down)
(The shades go down)
(The shades go, go, go...)