Down, I couldn't lift. A sigh is all I could give to fit the crazy shape of us. I look down at your feet (not in step with your toes). I see them walking away. Where are you going, my friend? Where have you been? Smash, I couldn't bleed. Kiss the ground as you leave. The trail of dust turns to tears. I look down at your feet (not in step with your toes). I see them walking away. She said she needs to leave. She wouldn't say why. She is gone; she walked away. Now all I do is cry.