06-19-2010, 10:39 AM
There's one janitor at my school - two actually - that I talked to frequently. Big Tim and Tink. Tink was an absolute darling, she was awesome. Tim was, obviously, big. He didn't attempt to be modern; he WAS modern.
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!