10-30-2007, 05:52 AM
My parents are strict about some things, it bugs me.
Bed by 9 (WTF?! I'm 15!)
No going out with friends to the mall
No calling guy friends (they have to call me. Problem? The only guy friend that has my number can't call me either.)
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!