Searching

I'm fading away
i want help
i don't know what to say
if theres anything left

some hear my cries
i have feelings of doubt
because i look into their eyes
it reverts me to another route

i guess theres nothing for me
I'm just cold and dead
this is just how I'm meant to be
something i already dread

when or if i do find help
it'll be my last chance
thats something I'll have to accept
with the devil I'll no longer dance

I've pushed it away once too many times
i hope it'll come again
I'll grab at any little signs
or any angel that ascend