Daughter

Alone
Listless
Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room

Young girl
Violins
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, goes