| to one's advantage |
| i'd give you the world if i could. i'd trade you my soul for your smile. i'm confessing everything to you right now. we need to give you what ever the world may bring to you. i'd give you my grace if you want it. this rocky winter leaves your vise. then hectic comfort tends to rise up hill. ahh, these wasted words have lost there feeling. i know one day you'll be okay, and i miss you. |
| lyrics: jordan sweeney |
| for jenna prewitt |