Beauty v Truth

Through the shears on the window, The dawn light glows upon you’re sleeping face Kind of so pretty and perfect. Did you play it up to look so good? What’s beautiful isn’t always true. A bit of all right, is misunderstood. After stealing some time, Now there’s an empty pillow in your place. For all of the dark times I sat with you Truth is not always so beautiful But for the lies, cried I past you.