Life is like a castle of glass
We all are same on the Inside
breaking our habits with the catalyst
To prevent battle symphony
Because in the end
We might get lost in the echo
And feeling numb,
There'll be questions like
What I've done?
Have I let down myself?
Is there any place for my head?
Am I out of time?
Then moving one step closer
I'll find that somewhere I belong
And when people will say, "don't stay"
I'll be faint in the next moment
crawling on the papercuts.
Then there'll be no more sorrow
Because I'd Burnt it down,
While rolling in the deep,
My shadow of the day,
My suffering about which
I've been lying from you.

I think its never too late for runaway,
to work on the system, or else
Even fire will become powerless
When I'll be gone.