Daughter

Alone, listlessBreakfast table in an otherwise empty roomYoung girl, violenceCenter of her own attentionThe mother reads aloud, child tries to understand itTries to make her proudThe shades go down, it's in her headPainted room, can't deny there's something wrongDon't call me daughter, not fit toThe picture kept will remind meDon't call me daughter, not fit toThe picture kept will remind meDon't call meShe holds the hand that holds her downShe will rise above, uh uhDon't call me daughter, not fit toThe picture kept will remind meDon't call me daughter, not fit toThe picture kept will remind meDon't call me daughter, not fit toThe picture kept will remind meDon't call me daughter, not fit toThe picture kept will remind meDon't call meThe shades go downThe shades go downThe shades go goGo