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 wrong
Don'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
She holds the hand that holds her downShe will rise above
Don't call me daughter, not fit toThe picture kept will remind meDon't call me daughter, not fit toThe picture kept will remind me
Don't call meDon't call me daughter, not fit toThe picture kept will remind meDon't call me daughter, not fit to beThe picture kept will remind meDon't call me
The shades go downThe shades go... go... go...