Broken veins unveiling the scars of yesterday.

Even success can never exceed expectations.

If past visions don’t create future ambitions, what’s left to shield these eyes?
Something’s got to give.

So take a shovel to patch these wounds, and let time do it’s job. Fret about gossip and new clothes and insignificance to shade that face from reality. You’ll smile and I’ll wave…

Let’s forget the old and fuck the new.