08-25-2006, 09:45 AM
Kayte looked at her white shirt, sighing. It now was sticky and pinkish. "Now I have to go home and change. God, I hate this.."
She looked back at her locker, and paused. There should've been ketchup in it, but now it was gone..
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!