The Future Of The Past (Is Dim)

I'm sorry but this blood won't forgive you for what you've done

Months of love's climax=a broken heart. Do I deserve this?

Scribbled apologies and scribbled disregards for you and all your lies

This is getting old but I've run dry of my broken heart

Poetry...just a stab in your turned away back

Friends are just the ones who aren't taking a knife to your head

Controversy comes at a price...and I'm too poor to pay it