Sometimes what once was held toghether so tightly is now left with a single streched out thread.
It rots by the second, always tensed up, but relied upon nonetheless.
No one knows when or why it would break, but everyone knows it eventually will.
No one trusts it, but everybody relies on it.
Irony in it's purest form, but tragedy when it really happens
and it will happen
any second now
are you ready for it though?