Paper cuts

I'm sitting on the couch at strains house as I hit rewind and remember the moments from wen I was a child, better believe that time flies at a pace most just can't describe, I'll be the first to admit that I've cried so many times that wen I try now my soul aches and I am denied, kinda like a bastard child that gets kept in the addic for life, while his mother's begging for his father to let him join them for dinner each night, but he just swings with the right then she goes out like a light,man little Jimmy's just nine but seen more than most grown men in there time, that's why he's addicted to cigarettes and drinks wine, just to be sure that perceptions get blurred before his father gets violent while blaming his wife for the child infront of him crying,now Jimmy's all grown up and tired of the life that's behind him, or how he never stopped trying to change where he'd wind up, saw the stop sign and he turned left to the old town road he was born on and drove by his family's own home that now the government owns and his father had stolen by the bank that he owed for a few measly bucks that he loaned trying to put food in the fridge and help his family keep growing, but now his back feels like it is broken from the fact of his not knowing where the hell his bloodline would flow to.ye I feel like I know you I'm standing at a distance as I try to talk u down off the ledge that u stand on, feelings of having not a single soul u can count on,and the feeling of drowning it just hits u at random, and it's real hard to fathom cuz ur nowhere near the beach but it feels like captain Nemo and me are lost in his submarine, like fuck this trip was supposed to be fun for me but now it's just hard to breathe and theres nothing else left a thousand leagues above the sea except suffering, the son of God was sacrificed for all of our fucking sins, and just look at the thanks we give,how many of you look at the sky and thank the Lord for the reason your here to begin with,like thinking that by putting money inside of that basket ur sins are forgiven bitch that's just the beginning, as I look up I think father are these the signs of a good Christian or am I really the villian for spitting good vibes and promoting the illegal notion of freedom am I now scheduled to exicution for these actions of treason,I'll keep spitting truth just as long as I'm breathing, my brain is sometimes vacant of all reason,like a change in the season my heart was warm but now the cold has begun to creep in,like my soul it is bleeding from the shit I keep seeing, I know that most will come up for reasons for the things that there seeking then toss out the morals u stood by ur whole life just so u can break through and get inside the building man that guest list is brimming, like most just cannot wait to step inside 1408 come inside close the door and see how fast ur sell your soul because u can't handle life anymore, like mother pin a rose on me cuz my casket it just closed like this the end of the road so I'll sign off on that note.