09-07-2005, 04:31 PM
After waiting for a few minutes but getting no reply immeadiately, she went downstairs and sat at the bar. She was rather thirsty; the salt in the plant demon blood had been rather strong. "I'll take a water. Not pure please. Fresh out of the faucet."
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!