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 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...)