When Leaving Is the Cure

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