07-02-2006, 12:58 PM
Tsuki looked up, listening. The song sounded remotely familiar, but yet it didn't. She got up, one hand going to the blade on her hip, and she half-limped to the door and peeked out. When she saw it was just a girl, she silently sighed in relief and let go of the blade.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice a bit sharp from her self-anger at her blunder earlier.
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!