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, 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... 
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... 
 
 
[Thanks to  Jacurutu22@hotmail.com  for correcting these lyrics]