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dont judge too quickly
dont judge too quick

too quickly
too quickly

dont judge me
"judge me if you've been in my shoes"

dont judge what you dont understand
tagalog

dont judge me if you dont kn0w me
love me?great.hate me?even better.don't know me?don't judge me!

dont judge me when you are not ferpect
huwag mong hatulan ako dahil hindi ka perpekto

dont judge a book by its cover tagalaog
dont judge a book by its cover

unless you have lived my life dont judge me
the life i want to live as an adult

dont judge me i was born to be true not perfect
huwag husgahan ako ipinanganak ako upang maging totoo hindi perpekto

dont judge my personality base on our ignoranced on your ignorance
don't judge based on our ignorance

dont judge me i was born to be awesome not perfect
huwag hukom ako ay ipinanganak upang maging totoo hindi perpekto

dont judge me base on what you see maybe you know me but not exactly
huwag mo akong hatulan sa nakikita mo

dont judge people for the choices they make when you don't know the option they had to choose from
huwag hukom ang mga tao para sa mga pagpipilian na gagawin nila kapag hindi mo alam ang pagpipilian na dapat nilang pumili

dont judge nobody has it easy everbody has a problem you never what peaple are going through so before start judging critizing or mocking others remember everybody is fighting their own battle
dont judge nobody has it easy everbody has a problem you never what peaple are going through so before start judging critizing or mocking others remember everyone is fighting their own battle.

yesterday when i was young, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, i teased at life as if it were a foolish game, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame; the thousand dreams i dreamed, the splendid things i planned i always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand; i lived by night and shunned the naked light of day and only now i see how the years ran away yesterday, when i was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation i can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all yesterday the moon was blue, and every crazy day brought something new to do, i used my magic age as if it were a wand, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond; the game of love i played with arrogance and pride and every flame i lit too quickly, quickly died; the friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away and only i am left on stage to end the play there are so many songs in me that won't be sung, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue, the time has come for me to pay for yesterday when i was young yesterday, when i was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation i can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all
yesterday when i was young, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, i teased at life as if it were a foolish game, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame; the thousand dreams i dreamed, the splendid things i planned i always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand; i lived by night and shunned the naked light of day and only now i see how the years ran away yesterday, when i was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation i can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all yesterday the moon was blue, and every crazy day brought something new to do, i used my magic age as if it were a wand, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond; the game of love i played with arrogance and pride and every flame i lit too quickly, quickly died; the friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away and only i am left on stage to end the play there are so many songs in me that won't be sung, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue, the time has come for me to pay for yesterday when i was young yesterday, when i was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation i can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all