Still I Rise

My thoughts have never been pure
My hands have never been clean
Blood washes away,
But guilt, is evergreen

I'm not asking for forgiveness
Cause I'd mess it all up again
I'm not asking for your pitying glances
I'm not asking for anything

Still I rise, from the ashes
Of the fire, that I set aflame
Still I rise, from your second chances
They've always been worthless to me

I have never been good
Without a little bad intention
I don't need your sympathy
Or your pharmaceutical inventions

Cause the drugs don't work
Given half a chance I'd blow it
Everything still hurts
Never mind what you're selling

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