Broken word, I have broken
A thought, I have gone looking for
A memory to express my being,
I have broken the fresh air
Inside me with a smoking past
With the unknown future
With a circle of events
Repeating themselves, I have been
Wondering around in the dessert
Quiet graveyard like with
Nothing to look forward to
I was picturing myself having sex
I was enjoying myself while touching myself
When someone turned my graveyard
Desert into a tearful funeral home
With things forgotten, things to regret