01-19-2008, 06:53 PM
She opened an eye and waved, still holding her breath. She found if she didn't breathe, she didn't smell anything, and thus she calmed herself down. Though, it was killer on her lungs; she couldn't BREATHE.
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!