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, i
t'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...
Go...
