| What I've Done |
|---|
| In this farewell |
| There’s no blood |
| There’s no alibi |
| 'Cause I’ve drawn regret |
| From the truth |
| Of a thousand lies |
| So let mercy come |
| And wash away… |
| What I’ve done |
| I’ll face myself |
| To cross out what I’ve become |
| Erase myself |
| And let go of what I’ve done |
| Put to rest |
| What you thought of me While I clean this slate |
| With the hands |
| Of uncertainty |
| So let mercy come |
| And wash away… |
| What I’ve done |
| I’ll face myself |
| To cross out what I’ve become |
| Erase myself |
| And let go of what I’ve done |
| For what I’ve done |
| I’ll start again |
| And whatever pain may come |
| Today this ends |
| I’m forgiving what I’ve done |
| I’ll face myself |
| To cross out what I’ve become |
| Erase myself |
| And let go of what I’ve done |
| What I’ve done |
| Forgiving what I’ve done |
