05-18-2006, 04:49 PM
Dean was sitting on the stairs, just watching the fight, rather amused.
Allen sat up, wincing as a cut on his upper lip continued bleeding. "Daaamn it, Eirene.."
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!