05-10-2009, 07:40 AM
The figure in the vent moved on, though he made a mental note to check where she had to work in the future; her behaviour was peculiar and he wondered why. However, it was a very detached wonder; he didn't actually care.
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!