I feel the roof give way beneath me, chaos unleashed on everyone there. The stars above flicker and fade, and I'm feigning a concern I don't truly feel. Because really, who ever does? And why would they ever start? Can't you see it's all slipped beyond my grasp? Our clothes, too often torn; our teeth, too often grit. It endures as long as it's able, but I just can't accept it. I just can't accept it at all.