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I was born October, 79 My mom was quite young my dad was 25 They made a mistake and it gave me a life they said they wanted I guess they lied Young hearts in a struggle A deal to escape when leaving is the cure to a family-ache All the wrong things start in a bed 27 years later I feel I'm fucking dead In parents dreams we're all good saints as much as time runs they wished all this would end There's only one thing now i could swear myself I won't give a life to anyone else because this world desnt need new mistakes like me and this pain is nothing compared to how we feel From Letras Mania