Alone, listless, breakfast table in an otherwise empty room 
Young girl, violence, 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 daughters