03-28-2008, 03:41 PM
Jenny crossed her arms over her knees, looking around and she sighed, resting her chin on her arms; she was getting tired and bored, and she was ready to doze off.
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!