09-09-2012, 12:22 PM
She stared up at the buildings, feeling very... well, it was a weird feeling. She didn't quite feel outcasted, just out of place; she wondered for a moment if this was how Fry felt in that old, old Futurama show that she watched every night. Born in the wrong time, then woke up in one that was still just as wrong.
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!