11-08-2011, 10:49 AM
Miya packed up her script and pencils and picked up her bag, heading to the door once homeroom was done; she needed to go talk to the drama teacher about a part in the musical and whether it could be done because of the technical aspects. Don't know if a swing hanging from the ceiling is a good idea.
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!