Calma

My eyes are tired of not looking at you
Trying to invent your image

Calm
If what you give me is calm
But you're not here
And I scream, scaring away the delirium
That's here
Since you stole
Your calm

I have heavy reasons in my pockets
Making it too hard to move forward

Calm
If what you give me is calm
But you're not here
And I run to erase the footprints
That we've been making
Since you stole
The calm