10-11-2005, 05:00 PM
Soon, an unsuspecting young teen-about 15 years old-walked over and asked Nilly what was wrong.
"My dog in that alleyway won't live to tomorrow. I followed him here, but he won't follow me home."
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!