Take All of Your Big Plans, and Break Them.

Seven years and with the strum of a sour note it was all over.
The strings broke and heads fell inward.
Their voices stopped, they dissappeared.

Live in concert, the description claims
Gone forever, your remote-control tells.
The glizted over life of the stars, of the falling stars.
It's glam and loud for every one to see.

Screaming and crying, one last red-carpet walk.
They thought they were in love
But was it just a side show act?
Soft caresses on necks in front of millions.
It happened on every stage.