BRANDI, girl i love you. these two songs are for you and sam. they are both bye story of the year, by the way i got the cd, they are awesome songs. i just want to say i dont know how we let this happen but i want you to know ill always be there and i will ALWAYS love you, for real, i mean it. you two are my best friends and im sorry for the way i acted, i didnt think about you, just myself. can you ever forgive me? Swallow the knife So our open wounds will bleed Until our veins run dry Now we have to take this thorn And tear it from our side Agitated at the fault line Still agreed to disagree Your connected to the heart But tonight we'll set you free So swallow the knife Carve the way for your pride Now our hands are tied The problems lie within So we pray for night To start over again Even now as i write this down All pretensions disappear Now our impulses will bite At the ankles of our fear So swallow the knife Carve the way for your pride Now our hands are tied The problems lie within So we pray for night To start over again Now our hands are tied The problems lie within So we pray for night To start over again Words are spoken Words are broken down So lets make this night be our best mistake So lets take the time to wipe the blood away Now our hands are tied And our world is caving in Now our hands are tied The problems lie within So we pray for night To start over again Now our hands are tied And the problems lie within Words are spoken Words are broken Broken Down burning years its not what you have said, its what you have done to let this come between us your right, without a fight, this might be worth it to you and in the process gotten to me i think that nothing can fly with this broken wing theres so much to hold on to now nothing can fly, with this broken wing so heres a gift...in this feather you've gone to far left standing alone lets sort this out together your right, without a fight, this might be worth it to you and in the process gotten to me i think that nothing can fly with this broken wing theres so much to hold on to now nothing can fly, with this broken wing so heres a gift...in this feather from this house of our friendship shut the door light the match, throw behind u and walk away these ashes these ashes these ashes i think that nothing can fly with this broken wing theres so much to hold on to now nothing can fly, with this broken wing so heres a gift...in this feather nothing can fly, with this broken wing so heres a gift...in this feather