What Have I Done
Stella Stagecoach Lyrics

So did those people let you down?
Did you feel disappointed by those people who you trusted?

Whatcha think that they would say?
What do you perceive their reaction to be?

Did you expect them to believe ya?
Did you assume that they would believe your story?

Not to hurt ya or deceive ya?
Did you think they wouldn't cause you any harm or deceit?

In the world, all we're taught
In this world, we're taught

Gotta get before you got
We need to acquire before we lose something valuable

There is writing in the sky
There exists a message written in the sky

Dark whispers in the night
Sinister murmurs heard at night

Oh my god what have I done?
An exclamation of remorseful realization

Wasted my life and forgotten how to love
Wrongfully squandered my life and lost my ability to love

Sorry if I was angry
Apologies for my anger

I'm sorry if I am
I apologize if I'm bothering or offending you right now

Pass the gates of heaven
Travel through the gates of heaven

On the march to hell
Heading towards the dreadful destination of hell

It's not too late though
Yet, there is still possibility

Not too late if we turn back
If we change our ways, it's not too late

When the artists start to paint
As soon as the artists begin painting

Their pictures of the saints
Their artwork of the holy figures

And the saints look like the man
The saints often resemble ordinary people

On the TV shaking hands
As seen on TV, shaking hands with prominent figures

And I wonder what we don't
I ponder over what we're missing

Hope I'm not the only one
I hope I'm not alone in feeling this way

Make us mindless, make us dumb
They make us ignorant and oblivious

While the innocent are wrong
Innocent people are often falsely accused

And you told me you had it
You claimed that you had it under control

Is it time for the worst to start?
Is it the point when the worst is yet to come?

And you said it's the last time
You uttered that it was the final attempt

I won't forget
I won't forget about it

And the whispers in closets
The hushed conversations in closets

Will escape to the streets we'll find
They'll break free and spill into the streets

And the dark of the valley
The shadowy part of the valley

Will be a light underneath our feet
We'll see it as a guide in the darkness

Or how we tried to change their minds,
Or the way we attempted and failed to alter their perspective

With our logic and our lies
Using a combination of logical reasoning and falsehoods

While the blood flowed to the sea
Even as blood spilled into the ocean

And our hands and through our fangs
Through both our gentle and violent actions

And if they trouble you for wisdom
And if people demand your knowledge

With the answers in their hands
With the solutions at their disposal

Don't believe their motives
Don't trust their intentions

Drawing pictures in the sand
They're making empty promises