La blessure

Sometimes, when I catch you lost in thought.
When your eyes look at me, but don’t see me at all.
I try in vain to guess what’s on your mind
And the doubts that hide behind your brow.
I can feel that the trial’s already set against me
But before you judge me unfairly,
Know that a wound I inflicted on you
Left two scars in my heart.

Often I hear again the words I used to say,
As if I’m eavesdropping on a conversation.
Were those really the things I meant to say?
Today, they make no sense, no reason.
But no unfair word was spoken
Without me feeling pain too,
Because a wound I inflicted on you
Left two scars in my heart.

Is it a cruel law that leads us?
That makes us treat so carelessly
Those who are so easy to hurt.
Who make themselves vulnerable to truly love us.
But if I ever humiliated you,
I had to suffer doubly for my mistakes,
Because a wound I inflicted on you
Left two scars in my heart.

If I had to make you suffer while learning
That no good, no happiness, is ever guaranteed,
That you can’t ask for a greater sacrifice
Than the one you’d commit to make in return,
Forgive me now, if you can forgive,
Forget the worst of me, for the best.
Because a wound I inflicted on you
Left two scars in my heart.