Alone
Listless
Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
A 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
It's in her head
Painted room
Can't deny there something's wrong

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

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 daughter
Don't call me daughter
Don't call me daughter
Don't call me