stuck in a picture

Looking in at us
How happy of a family we were
Wishing that things could be the same
All I have is this picture I hold in my hand
And for a second we’re-
Happy again!
And you’re proud to call me daughter
Will we ever speak again?
And with you say my name
Can you look me in the eyes?
And tell me where you’ve been
Will you hold me?
Like when I was your baby
Play with my hair
Like when I was a child
It’s a shame things had to be this ways
I’m sorry