you guys ready...
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 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 be
the picture kept will remind me
dont call me...
dont call me daughter, not fit to
the picture kept will remind me
dont call me daughter, not fit to be
the picture kept will remind me
dont call me...
the shades go down
the shades go down
the shades go, go, go...
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