Help, please help me.
The reason is lost, I am feeling choked.
But I cannot tell them, they will not understand.
That every time, I have to drag myself up.

See, life plays its irony on me.
See, despite all of this, I do carry the greatest responsibilities.
That though I may feel dragged, still the anxiety has its greatest weights on me.

Help, a little purpose,
That is all I need.
A little purpose that tells me it is okay,
I can breathe.