Natalie Portman as Anne Boleyn

It must seem
Permanent
It must seem
Important
It must take
All your control
Not to get
Obsessive

Just as pain becomes discomfort
Over time
What the human soul can tolerate
Is no surprise

I'm rooted to my path
And I'm blinded on the sides
Why is it I feel so?
I have everything I want
The stuff of all my dreams
Why is it I need so?

In the same way pain can become humor
Over time
The scars that time will wash away
Are no surprise

I'm rooted to my path
And I'm blinded on the sides
Why is it I feel so?
I have everything I want
The stuff of all my dreams
Why is it I need so?
I know you're inside
Because I can feel your life
Why is it I bleed so?

And آپ thought that these times
Were just ordinary

My legacy, a string of losses
My god, I ask
How can آپ do this?
آپ made the sun
The world, your canvas
With all this I can see how I'm unimportant

In this dream
I am warm
There are hands in my hair
And it's good to be there

I wave my hand and nothing happens
I set my scene and I can't play it
I'd leave it to آپ but
It would turn out backwards
I'd like to believe you're not just reckless

And آپ are
Nostalgic while آپ are still living this
And it all
Snuck up while آپ weren't looking
And آپ are
Nostalgic while آپ are still living this
And you're sure
This is how آپ know you're living

Sometimes I doubt the path I chose
Sometimes my dreams feel all on hold
There's no doubt that this will make me strong
Because it's the hardest thing I've ever done

Despite this cruel world
And all my best efforts
آپ surprise me with just how perfect آپ are

Even with all my flaws
And my bad examples
آپ surprise me with
Just how perfect آپ are

And when I'm lost
آپ تلاش for me
And when I doubt
You're my belief

I'm suppose to be
The stronger one
آپ always seem
To prove that theory wrong

Still, I hold my breath each time آپ go
Out in the world that's beyond my control
If آپ are dreaming
I never want to wake آپ up

When I'm all in a spin
Full of cynicism
آپ remind me of just how perfect آپ are

When I'm at my wit's end
And I'm losing my head
آپ remind me of just how lucky I am

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 پار, صلیب out what i've become
Erase myself
And let go of what i've done

Put to rest
What آپ 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 پار, صلیب 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 پار, صلیب out what i've become
Erase myself
And let go of what i've done

What I've done
Forgiving what I've done