Why is it always that we choose the pain?
Either we feel it or it's for us to claim.
Why does it always end up with death?
Can't we just talk? instead of this mess.
Please, cut the bloodshed.
I can't breathe, get out of my head!
Why is it always that we assume?
Stop, we're nothing but doomed.
Why does it always have to be death?
This color, this religion, these are no threats.
Please, cut the bloodshed.
I can't breathe, get out of my head!
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I WISH I COULD DO MORE FOR YOU
