10-15-2006, 12:36 PM
"Oh, really? Well, seems that since you're punching a girl, you're all high and mighty, eh? You're probably a friggen wimp who hits girls to look tough." She rolled her sleeves back, glaring.
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!