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