Journeyman
by:
Portraits Of Past
It's hard to believe the end has come.
I won't say I'm not apprehensive about telling you
everything.
This will be my work.
I’ve condemed myself.
Let's not flatter ourselves
we're only as good as our trends permit.
I've been so fucking critical, but tell me who hasn't?
You have no idea what you were to me.
Now you've left these shoes to fill, and they're so
stiff.