06-12-2006, 07:05 AM
Tidus sneezed, his sunglasses slipping down his nose a little, and he sighed, taking his sunglasses off and closing his eyes. The first day that he'd started developing mutant charcteristics was only a month before. It had been a week before that his father had killed himself and his mother.
He put his sunglasses back on, tapping the left lense out of habit, and looked around the park. It was quiet, no one around.
He hated quiet.
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!