lundi 7 avril 2008 à 04:15 In this farewell, \r\nthere's no blood, \r\nthere's no alibi. \r\nCause I've drawn regret, \r\nfrom the truth, \r\nof a thousand lies. \r\nSo let mercy come, \r\nand wash away... \r\n\r\nWhat I've done, \r\nI'll face myself, \r\nTo cross out \r\nWhat I've become, \r\nErase myself, \r\nAnd let go of \r\nWhat I've done. \r\n\r\nPut to rest, \r\nwhat you thought of me. \r\nWell I clean this slate, \r\nwith the hands of uncertainty \r\nSo let mercy come, \r\nand wash away... \r\n\r\nWhat I've done, \r\nI'll face myself, \r\nTo cross out \r\nWhat I've become, \r\nErase myself, \r\nAnd let go of \r\nWhat I've done. \r\n\r\nFor what I've done, \r\nI start again. \r\nAnd whatever pain may come, \r\nToday this ends, \r\nI'm forgiving... \r\n\r\nWhat I've done, \r\nI'll face myself, \r\nTo cross out \r\nWhat I've become, \r\nErase myself, \r\nAnd let go of \r\nWhat I've done. \r\n\r\nWhat I've done, \r\nForgiving what I've done.