If you look closely,
You can see the blood in my red eyes,
And dreams in my empty plate,
If these roads could talk,
They can tell you a story or two
cluster of individuals a day leave me behind assuming I have the ability to help myself, no ones got a rupee to my flaws,
be that as it may, yet they're the ones who see just their own riches.
In spite of the fact that I may have the ability to get myself out of this horrible place that I'm in,
I am lost in this labyrinth called life and with each turn I make a plan to win.
However, I'm still enclaved in my distresses and nobody cares to give me a hand.

- Nithin