03-29-2008, 11:48 AM
"He's getting better though, Kella, you have to admit that. I mean, he doesn't snap at people anymore. It's a good sign." The elevator door opened and Kayte stepped on. "Upstairs we go."
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!