09-21-2010, 06:17 AM
I was dead.
No seriously, in my dream, I was dead. But I was up and acting like nothing was wrong, I had no pulse but I wasn't rotting away. I was heading to school (college, not high school) and walking up the street, then all of a sudden somebody tells me I'm the dead one.
Then the phone starts going off - I was holding a house phone? - and I answer it, and somebody on the other line is claiming that the high school yearbook I ordered costs $501 dollars.
And I'm still dead.
... yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, need to lay off the trance-like music.
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!