Torn shoes, folded sleeves Again a father is all set to leave. Torn shoes, folded sleeves Again a father is all set to leave.

You left me like an option, And chose her over me. You left me like an option, And chose her over me.

You tore me, you made me cry, You broke me, you made me die. You tore me, you made me cry, You broke me, you made me die.

Black or white, We are all this earth's child. Black or white, We are all this earth's child.

Two year's ago you made a lie, And now your promises make me cry. Two year's ago you made a lie, And now your promises make me cry.

But, said mom "that's what the reality we have to go through, But, said mom "that's what the reality we have to go through,