And you call them crocodile tears
As the wintry evening comes to an end,
And the birds fall silent
Your criticises echo across the hallway,
With my face stained with salty water.
All that you say is true,
And maybe that's why it hits so hard.
Because every time I don't do what you wish me to,
My heart is stabbed with a glass shard.
I cry those silent tears,
For they are the only way I can show repentance.
Yet, it is all for nought
Because you think they're tears of vengeance.
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