Who I Am Is Not With You

can you open up my face so i can see my soul? can you count the words that i say in whole? this is killing me... thinking of you. this is hurting me... not knowing what to do. and i fall with the words that you say. then you tell me, its better off this way. and im no longer a believer. can you open a portal so i can see the truth? can you save a soul hidden by a blood stained booth? this is torture..and you know it as im, thinking of you. this is pain and than its pleasure. what am i suppose to do? you could sail away, on the crimsion stained carpet floor. then maybe, id fly right out the door. you could send me to the depths of hell then i'd ring a bell and say hell isnt real. why dont you just kill the memories that you have drilled into my head along with the sharpened black lead... and i fall with the words that you say. then you tell me, its better off this way. and im no longer a believer. because i dont believe in you. your better off alone.