Present.

Fly off to another world,
With these regrets cutting you down,
From people who look to hurt,
And they touch you blades that burn.
Inching away from the spikes on the road,
Walking on the shattered glass,
Like your heart inside, all over the place,
Walk this time, all over the place.

Stabbed by the past,
You bleed right now,
Hurting in the present,
A present for the future.

Turn off all the lights,
Sit under the stars all night.
Feel the coldness shiver your spine,
Wonder how it was when you were mine,
Far off look at those fireworks,
Bursting off happiness with a few sparks,
Sparks of love, turned off by hate.
Unkindled by the lies,
Held against you, they have their knives,
They touch with the blade,
Shattered your heart inside,
You'd stab yourself,
For you're the face of your past.

Stabbed by the past,
You bleed right now,
Hurting in the present,
A present for the future.