In this fa rewell, There is no blood There is no a libi Ca use I have dra wn regret From the truth Of a thousa nds lies So let mercy come a nd wa sh a wa y
Wha t I have Done I will fa ce myself To cross out wha t I have become Era se myself a nd let go of wha t I have done
Put to rest, Wha t you thought of me Well, I clea n this sla te With the ha nds, Of uncerta inty So let mercy come, And Wa sh a wa y
Wha t I have Done I will fa ce myself Tto cross wha t I have become Era se myself And let go of wha t I have done
For wha t I have done I sta rt a ga in And wha tever pa in ma y come Toda y this ends Imforgiving wha t I have done
I will fa ce myself To cross out wha t I have become Era se myself And let go of wha t I have done (Na ,Na ,Na )
Wha t I have Done Wha t I have Done Forgetting wha t I have done |