What I've Done

in this farewell,
There is no blood,
There is no alibi,
Cause I've drawn regret,
From the truth,
Of a thousands lies,
So let mercy come and wash away.

What I've Done,
I'll face myself,
To cry self 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 cry self what I?ve become,
Erase myself,
And let go of what I?ve done?

For what I've done,
I start again,
And whatever pain may come,
Today this ends,
I'm forgiving what I?ve done?

I'll face myself,
To cry self what I?ve become,
Erase myself,
And let go of what I've done.

Na, Na, Na,
Na, Na, Na,
...

What I've Done,
Forgetting what I've done.