[female
vocals] (
Soft
piano
chords,
atmospheric
silence)
Yeah.
It’
s
Annishma.
Just
a
story
untold.
I
was
born
into
a
house
of
six,
the
fourth
one
in
the
line
Five
brothers
standing
tall,
and
only
one
girl
to
define
I
was
seventeen
when
I
became
a
bride,
a
child
playing
house
Eighteen
when
my
daughter
came,
nineteen
with
a
son,
no
doubt
The
marriage
cracked
and
crumbled,
left
me
standing
in
the
rain
But
I
kept
my
head
above
the
tide,
I
didn't
want
the
pain
I
pushed
against
the
current
when
the
world
was
standing
still
I
had
a
heart
of
iron,
I
had
a
stubborn
will.
I’
m
the
daughter,
the
mother,
the
one
they
left
behind
Looking
for
a
tether,
a
love
that’
s
genuinely
kind
But
it’
s
all
about
the
paper,
all
about
the
gold
they
take
How
much
more
of
this
foundation
can
my
weary
spirit
break?
Yeah,
I’
m
waiting
for
the
next
hit,
waiting
for
the
sting
Is
this
the
song
of
heartbreak
that
I’
m
forced
to
sing?
Life
was
never
gentle,
not
until
my
third
one
came
along
I
thought
the
cycle
shifted,
thought
I
finally
found
a
song
But
family
kept
on
dragging,
anchors
tied
around
my
feet
They
only
saw
the
pockets,
made
my
bitter
cup
complete
I
took
my
cousin
in,
I
paid
her
fees,
I
paved
her
way
But
when
the
fire
burnt
me,
she
turned
and
walked
away
It’
s
empty
at
the
table
when
the
money’
s
running
low
I
learned
the
hardest
lesson
that
a
heart
can
ever
know.
I’
m
the
daughter,
the
mother,
the
one
they
left
behind
Looking
for
a
tether,
a
love
that’
s
genuinely
kind
But
it’
s
all
about
the
paper,
all
about
the
gold
they
take
How
much
more
of
this
foundation
can
my
weary
spirit
break?
Yeah,
I’
m
waiting
for
the
next
hit,
waiting
for
the
sting
Is
this
the
song
of
heartbreak
that
I’
m
forced
to
sing?
Men
have
been
the
architects
of
every
scar
I
bear
They
talk
in
sweet
deceits,
they
leave
me
gasping
for
the
air
Now
I’
m
finding
solace
in
a
man
who
isn’
t
mine
Borrowing
a
moment,
living
on
a
broken
line
It’
s
a
dangerous
gamble,
walking
in
the
shifting
sand
Waiting
for
the
bully’
s
push,
waiting
for
the
reprimand.
So
here
I
am,
Annishma,
standing
in
the
cold,
blue
light
I’
ve
fought
the
world
so
long,
I’
m
tired
of
the
fight
Maybe
I
was
foolish,
maybe
I
was
just
too
blind
To
see
that
no
one
ever
really
had
my
soul
in
mind
But
I’
m
still
standing
breathing,
even
if
the
air
is
thin
Waiting
for
the
next
hurt,
letting
all
the
sorrow
in.
I’
m
the
daughter,
the
mother,
the
one
they
left
behind
Looking
for
a
tether,
a
love
that’
s
genuinely
kind
But
it’
s
all
about
the
paper,
all
about
the
gold
they
take
How
much
more
of
this
foundation
can
my
weary
spirit
break?
Yeah,
I’
m
waiting
for
the
next
hit,
waiting
for
the
sting
Is
this
the
song
of
heartbreak
that
I’
m
forced
to
sing?
Just
waiting
for
the
next
hit.
Only
girl
in
the
room.
But
I’
m
still
here.
Yeah,
I’
m
still
here. (
Fade
out
with
soft
piano)