06-12-2006, 07:28 AM
"My father was going to call someone called the Fo... Fossa? Foos?" He scratched his head. "It was something with an *****. He was going to call some organization or something, but my mom tried to stop him, but he tackled her and..." He swallowed.
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!