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If only once we all could fix,
The shit that happened to us...
People judge the way you breathe,
People judge the way you are.

If we cried with blood tears,
Then the Earth would be drowned
With our pain and our fears,
That just deep down grounded.

If the anger was a smoke,
Then I'd never saw any of you,
Then our faiths would be broke
And sky would never be blue.

If our skin could show the soul,
Then all humans would be dirty,
Then our hearts would be small
And the speech'd be very naughty.

In the age when you're a whore
For the way you look and talk,
Peace is not a synonym to a world,
Because we're all just turned in jerks.

In the time when you're a crybaby
For just crying out for help
Nobody would think that may be
You have problems with mental health.

If only once we all could fix,
The shit that happened to us...
If they wouldn't judge the way you breath,
If they wouldn't judge the way you are...