Alone
Listless
breakfast table
in an otherwise empty room

Young girl
Violence
center of her own attention
Mother reads aloud
child tries to understand it
Tries to make her proud

The shades go down
into 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

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