10-11-2005, 04:05 PM
"Who're you to tell me what to do?" Luckily, the boy had already gone to the alley and was whistling for the dog and yelling "Fido!" She stood up and walked behind him.
"He's back farther. I'm scared to go any far back: I hate the dark..." He walked in more, and soon he didn't see anything.
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!