Daughter - Pearl Jam

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

Oooh ooh

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 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