I see you crying Counting every tear as it rolls down and pools in the dirt
You say all these words None of them string into a sentence That I haven't already heard
Trembling- your voice isn't the only thing shaking But I'll say it anyway
It's true, crocodiles produce tears. They can actually cry.
You looked at me confused. Would you have given me the same look if you knew what I would say next?
But the tears aren't formed from remorse or sadness They're formed simply to clean out their eyes. So as I watch you, I'm questioning, How many crocodile tears your shedding now -here, for me?
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How many of these wasted tears were made just as an attempt to wash the guilt from your sight?