I feel the roof lift and vanish, leaving everyone exposed below. As I watch the stars dim and fade, I pretend to care, but it’s all a facade; nobody really does, nor will they ever. Can't you see everything's slipping through my fingers? Our clothes are often torn, our teeth clenched tight, enduring for as long as we can stand. Yet, I can't, I refuse to embrace this reality. I simply can't accept it at all.