05-23-2008, 05:55 PM
My math teacher, totally weird in a baaad way. VERY bad. I don't know who p*ssed in her wheaties and I don't want to know, but one minute she'll be happy to teach us about geometry and circles and triangles, then the next she's threatening fifty-some pages of homework. O_o
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!