Black troubles

All in your head is still blurry
all these troubles,
nothing seems to make sense for you
you see nothing, you don't even see
all I give
and all I give up
for you.

It's as if you were blindfolded
as if you had been deprived of sight
your heart is cold as ice
What happened to become as stone

It's so meaningless
to continue to believe that one day
this banner will fly through the air
and believe you will see after all
what I gave,
what I abandoned
For you

It sounds mindless
to continue to believe in this day
when this heart you carry in you
will be able to love
and bear to be loved.

Mindless.