Now, some people may think that this song, for Eve, is a little wacky. Yet, I think the lyrics capture her perfectly (& I love the song!)


Oh her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining. Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying.

Yeah, right! I'm sure that somebody in this unfair world has this perfect an appearance. Somebody. One person, out of the over six billion people the world currently houses, looks this brilliant.

I, Eve Rosser, don't have that same sort of luxury. I'm more average looking (underneath the tonne of make up) than anyone else, with a face completely devote of any feature which grabs people's attention. The whole Goth thing may have started because of Brandon, but the whole new identity I gave myself stuck because I managed to reinvent myself. No longer did I care what people thought of me and my brilliant (if I do say so myself) make up - I was now someone who would, and could, stick up for themselves against the vampires. And even humans.

Yet there is no way I could do it without spending an hour every morning putting on my face - otherwise plain, drab, old Eve would show through. And that's NOT my intention!

But everytime she asks me do I look ok, I say, When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would Change. Cause you're amazing, just the way you are.

Michael thinks I look brilliant. He always does - it's so annoying because it's as if he doesn't see the lack of confidence I have in myself. It's like he thinks the bravado I show to the rest of the world is really me. Then again, it's not as if I do anything that could possibly change this opinion. I'm harsh all the time, besides being 'nice' to them when they're my friends... Yet the nice side in me doesn't exactly get much showing from underneath the sarcastic chick.

He thinks I'm amazing but there isn't much amazing about me. Sure, I've got an amazing fashion sense and brilliant tongue for sarcasm... Still, I'm not exactly amazing - I've had a messed up life and aren't the most normal of people you could meet.

I'd never ask you to change. If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same. And don't even bother asking do I look ok, cause you know I'll say!

Michael would never ask me to change - he tells me that I'm perfect as I am. Yet I know, in myself, I'm not perfect - I'm far from it. When I go out, I don't bother asking him how I look because I know he won't say anything bad about it... I'm on my own.

He loves me just the way I am, but I don't love myself. And that, that is where the problem lays.


What did you think? The majority of the song is repetition so no need to repeat lyrics. My songfics seem to have gone from a little dialogue/action to none - is that ok?

Please review

vicky xx