Don't tell me you can Read my mind when I know you're Dyslexic.
Tears become puddles, puddles into ponds. Ponds grow to Lakes, while the Lakes lead to Oceans. As the water Level rises, its washes over the land, until the day that it fully consumes everything and we all are left afloat. How long can you swim, how long can you Survive? When you slip, don't bother to hold your breath for this Death will be quick. This is why I never wanna see you Cry, for it will be the Death of me.