parole:
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.
Well 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 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.
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.
Well 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 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.
