12-29-2006, 08:02 PM
It's going to take me awhile... Sighing silently, she slithered over to the door, and leaned against it, tired. She hadn't slept in awhile.
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!