Lletres: Gold Kids. 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