07-28-2006, 07:42 PM
Somewhere on the other side of the same city Ishbel was in, a young man ran through the alleyways, his gold-tinted greenish eyes scared to death. He tripped and fell, scraping his elbows and palms, and he curled up behind a garbage can, his head bowed. Dammit...
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!