Help Me in Francisca Valenzuela

(H-hey yeah)
H-help me, help me, h-help me, help me,
I'm hitting the bottom and feeling lonesome
High, high, low, low

The city's full of souls
The problems no one knows
The days are passing by, and everyone wants to survive (wants to survive)
No one knows quite how, or when, or why
The city's full of souls
and our problems will grow
The days are dragging by
and everyone wants to see the light (I want to see the light)
Help me to find out how, when, or why (hey yeah)

H-help me, help me, h-help me, help me,
I'm hitting the bottom and feeling lonesome
High, high, low, low

H-help me, help me, oh, h-help me,(oh, help me)
I'm going under
Isn't there someone (high, high, low, low)

We should just pass on by
Ignore his pleas and cries
We should all dress alike
Model behavior's what they like (it's what they like)
What they want and need to keep them whole (keep them whole)
We should just drown ourselves in junk and sweet cocktails
We should all act alike
Uniform behavior's what they like (it's what they like)
Help me to find out how to break the mold and break their hold

So, baby (baby), lay your head
on my shoulder and wait
There's so much hate today

H-help me, help me, oh, h-help me,(oh, help me)
I'm going under
Isn't there someone(high, high, low, low)
(hey yeah, help me, ha!)