Fourth of July
Finally like the feeling you get when you see the grand finaly on the forth of july
a smile from the deepest void of his endless pit rises
maybe just temporarily but its so complimentary
to add to his penitentiary
there aint no guns, clothes, any hoes, or any materialistic jive
just a big black hole in the unknown where he's alone
he calls it home
lately his worlds off its axis
paying taxes
on the things that he thought would last but never lasted
becoming a victim of the sadness
he never thought he'd dance with
feelin confused, consumed by a tenant he gave a room
he use to keep the key locked up in Pandora's box
and always thought who ever managed to unlock it
would be the one
He'd keep in a heart shaped locket
she was his sweetest thing
and he remembers everything
if she believes in what he see's
he'll find a way
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