| Pearl Jam – Daughter Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Well, to me this has always been the story of an adopted daughter and her "mother". I can totally relate because I am that adopted daughter. Alone....listless (I always was and I always heard it as restless, not listless, which I always was restless) Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl, violins, center of her own attention (Because I was different than the other kids and had a learning disability, I had the faulty label of autistic put on me. Of course my mother always blamed that on my genes because they didn't come from her) Mother reads aloud child tries to understand her tries to make her proud (I was always trying to get her to love and accept me even though I wasn't her dream child and I wasn't the child she would have had with my father. I was always trying to be who she wanted me to be, not who I really was which was a product of my genetics) The shades go down it’s in her head Painted room, can’t deny, somethin’s wrong (The learning disability they said I always had when it was really that I learned differently than other kids, but there must be something "wrong" with me ya know. It was those birthmother genes.) Don’t call me daughter, not fair to The picture kept will remind me, Don’t call me daugher, not fit to The picture kept will remind me (I ain't your daughter and the one and only picture I had of my real mother will always remind me of that and give me comfort that maybe she would accept me as I was. She wasn't fit to call me her daughter.) Don’t call me…. She holds that hand that holds her down She will rise above (She always did hold me down because I wasn't her perfect child that the adoption agency promised she would get) btw I found my real mother and she can call me daughter anytime she wants to. She's fit to. |
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