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, 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 me
 
 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 me
 
 The picture kept will remind me
 
 Don't call me
  
 
 The shades go down
 
 The shades go down
 
 The shades go, go, go