Confused intentions make good questions here
So why don’t you ask me why I am the way I am?
Before the rain
Wash clean everything

on a sobering day
rinse away what could’ve been
with what’s to be
what’s yet to come, so long we have the Sun.

I’ll remain clean
In all my filth
Despite what they believe
It’s how I see myself

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