Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my hopes are fading.
Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my pains are proliferating.
Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my guiding lights are shaded.
Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my bewailing songs are heard.
Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my envoys of prospective happiness are mistreated.
Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my innocent dreams are alienated.
Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my Genuine Love is destined to be Excommunicated.