08-25-2006, 09:31 AM
"Yeah.." Kayte rubbed her eyes, sighing, and looked at the ceiling. For a moment, she thought she saw the white man from the other day, but when she blinked, he was gone.
She tapped her fingers on the desk with a grumble. This is so f**ked up.
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!