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...
 The shades go down
 The shades go, go, go...