Beautiful

There is no truth in lying I can't cry without pain Happiness is a river we've been to We all know that it's not the same Because it's beautiful There is no fun in knowing There is more than just that Sharpie marker on your arm and my face Hands so close to not touching That this embrace is beautiful And I won't smile If I can't see The understanding The marvellous beauty And I won't die If you say to me That all of this beauty Will never be Will never be meant for me