How blind can you be, don’t you see?

Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?

(...)

It’s not the tree that forsakes the flower
Not the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I'll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words

How blind can you be, don’t you see?
That the gambler lost all he does not have...

Nightwish, Dark Passion Play