12-29-2006, 07:54 PM
The girl bit her lip, wincing faintly when her left fang pierced the skin, and she sat against the wall, looking down into the basement. She couldn't really think.
After a moment or two, she looked toward where they were and said, in more of a whisper, "Is anyone there?"
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!