False is the colour of my hair, my eyelashes too.
I paint my face and dress myself to try to impress you.
If you saw me in the morning with hair standing high.
You really wouldn’t see me, you’d see I am a lie.
I dress to make me slimmer, it doesn’t really work.
The clothes they hang the wrong way, particularly my skirt.
But I’m honest in all other ways, like what I say and do.
Please believe me when I say, I know that I love you.
Falsness, doesn’t become me, I know that it’s not right.
It troubles me, that you can’t see the beauty out of sight.
Inside I am just truthful, I stand firm with honesty.
But I’ll have to keep on dressing up until you really see me.