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.

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 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.

what i've done,

forgiving what i've done.