Daughter

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

The mother reads aloud, the 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
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh

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, no-no-no, not me)
Don't call me
Don't call me
The picture kept will remind me
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 (don't remind)