I was born October, 79nMy mom was quite youngnmy dad was 25nnThey made a mistake and it gave me a lifenthey said they wantednI guess they liednnYoung hearts in a strugglenA deal to escapenwhen leaving is the cure to a family-achennAll the wrong things start in a bedn27 years later I feel I'm fucking deadnnIn parents dreams we're all good saintsnas much as time runs they wished all this would endnnThere's only one thing now i could swear myselfnI won't give a life to anyone elsenbecause this world desnt need new mistakes like menand this pain is nothing compared to how we feeln