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, its in her head Painted room, cant deny theres something wrong Dont call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Dont call me She holds the hand that holds her down She will, rise above Dont call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Dont call me daughter, not fit to me The picture kept will remind me Dont call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Dont call me daughter, not fit to me The picture kept will remind me Dont call me The shades go down The shades go, go, go
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 00:23:18 +0000
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