In this farewell,
There’s no blood,
There’s no alibi.
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret,
From the [bad word] 
Of a thousand lies.

So let [bad word] 
And wash away…

What I’ve Done.
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
And wash away…

What I’ve Done.
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve [bad word] 
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.

For What I’ve Done

I'll start again,
And whatever pain [bad word] 
Today this ends,
I’m forgiving what I’ve done.

I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve [bad word] 
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.
What I’ve done.

Forgiving What I’ve Done.