I don't think so.

The stubborn air refuses me
I am lost, I am weary
There I lay, helplessly staring at the sky ceiling
Praying for help
Will you save me?
I don’t think so.

It was tiring to wake up today
It was tiring to wake up yesterday
It was tiring to wake up the day before yesterday
I force the air into me, yet it bends away from me
That pain beneath this hollow chest is suffocating
But I know it’s imaginary
Because that precious thing is confiscated from me.

Every day is filled with mishap
Happiness barely flashes through me
That virulent air restricts me, I can’t smile
It’s not easy to get up everyday
Knowing that I’ll die deep beneath its darkness each day.

I lost to an entity called time
I pledged myself to an essence called pain
Now even that little dandelion stares at me with disdain
Looks like I’ll die in eternal vain
Will you save me from bane?

I don’t think so.