Here I am. Looking down the street. Holding on to what I used to be. Waiting for a man who could see, who can see, what is really on, what is really happening. I thought knew why I walked away. I thought I told you more than once why. I told you why my heart stop. Why. Why. Why did you fall off the edge of the earth? Why did you leave me? Why why you left me here all alone. Walking down the street far from the avenue. Looking for a friend who been gone. Looking for a friend, who never turn their back. It was all just a dream. Just a dream. So I’m all alone. No one to care about. Nothing else to see, nothing else to say. So here I am learning how to breathe, Breathe without the air.