Alone... listless... breakfast table in an otherwise
empty room
Young girl... violins... center of her own
attention
Mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it
Tries to make her proud
The shades go down, into 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
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