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In this farewell,
ThereÂ’s no blood,
ThereÂ’s no alibi.
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret,
From the truth,
Of a thousand lies.

So let mercy come,
And wash awayÂ…

What IÂ’ve Done.
IÂ’ll face myself,
To cross out what IÂ’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what IÂ’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 awayÂ…

What IÂ’ve Done.
IÂ’ll face myself,
To cross out what IÂ’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what IÂ’ve done.

For What IÂ’ve Done

I'll start again,
And whatever pain may come.
Today this ends,
IÂ’m forgiving what IÂ’ve done.

IÂ’ll face myself,
To cross out what IÂ’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what IÂ’ve done.
What IÂ’ve done.


Forgiving What IÂ’ve Done.