The Roads Burned Anyway

[Intro] 
We borrowed stars to light our way, 
But forgot— 
They were never ours to keep. 
Chingari thi, magar bekaabu,
Aur raaste jal hi gaye.

[Verse 1] 
I wore my dreams like hand-me-downs, 
Too stitched to breathe, too torn to flaunt. 
They said, “Be loud, be gold, be seen,” 
But I was busy folding silence into seams. 
Kapdon jaise sapne thay,
Bus silvatein meri thi.

[Chorus] 
Burn the map, let the sky mislead, 
Mitti se likhe hain raaste,
Kya farq padta hai speed?
No gods, no guides, just this fragile pride, 
Jo toot ke bhi keh jaaye:
Main zinda hoon, I tried.

[Verse 2] 
I kissed ambition on a Monday night, 
She tasted like caffeine and unfinished fights. 
I asked her, “Will you stay?” 
She said, “Only if you forget your name.”
Paane se pehle, khona zaroori tha,
Manzil se zyada, bhatakna zaroori tha.

[Chorus] 
Burn the map, let the sky mislead, 
Mitti se likhe hain raaste,
Kya farq padta hai speed?
No gods, no guides, just this fragile pride, 
Jo toot ke bhi keh jaaye:
Main zinda hoon, I tried.

[Verse 3] 
I built a home in borrowed time, 
Hung my shame like wind chimes. 
Every gust sang a different name, 
But none of them stayed long,
Not long enough to blame. 
Naam badalte rahe,
Par haqueekat wahi thi.

[Chorus] 
Burn the map, let the sky mislead, 
Mitti se likhe hain raaste,
Kya farq padta hai speed?
No gods, no guides, just this fragile pride, 
Jo toot ke bhi keh jaaye:
Main zinda hoon, I tried.

[Bridge] 
If I fall, let it echo. 
If I rise, let it crack. 
Girne mein bhi ek geet tha,
Utthne mein ek sawaal.

[Outro] 
We borrowed stars to light our way, 
And called it fate. 
Raaste jal tho gaye,
Par main chalta raha.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)


Style:
Soft rock with ambient textures, minimal percussion, sweet guitar, not overpowering the vocals. Warm, breathy baritone vocal with a confessional tone. Let the pauses speak as much as the words. Guitar arpeggio breaks between verses for emotional depth.