The depth of my pain

If I could tell you the depth of my pain,

A follow or like wouldnt matter.

The size of your watch wouldnt matter.

A nice walk or talk wouldnt matter.

'Cause my soul is more important.

Though its threatened to leave this realm.

To seek things ununobtainable to others.

To live in magic older than life.

The devil wants my pain.

Wants my soul.

And god wants the same.

A religion wont save my soul from myself.

So I leave reality in search of something else.