Daughter

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 She tries to make her proud The shades go down, it's in her head Painted room, 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 holds the hand that holds her down She will rise above Whoa, whoa 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 daughter, no don't call me Don't call me The picture kept will remind me The shades go down (The picture kept will remind me) The shades go down (The picture kept will remind me) Don't call me The picture kept will remind me Don't call me The picture kept will remind me Don't call me