In this ballroom,
They are bride and groom.
But it truly seems,
That this arrangement attracts doom.

For they are but puppets,
Forced to dance on a never-ending stage,
So they play their parts to perfection,
Praying that someday,
Things will change.

For whom are you putting on this act?
To which great masquerade artist
Are you trying to prove yourself?

– Maya Desdemona