I sense the roof lift off, chaos envelops everyone there, while I observe the stars fading away, feigning concern I don't truly feel. No one ever does, and no one ever will. Can't you see how everything's slipped from my grasp? Our clothes are too often torn, our teeth too often clenched, enduring as long as possible. Yet, I simply can't, I simply refuse to accept this. I can't accept this, not at all.