The Escape

I count the days through a wasted night - running like my life's at stake
Away from you way from me - where will this me lead
Won't walk the line you've dramw for me - won't try to fit into your scheme
Lost between 20 and 33 - and time's not yet the enemy
Your expectations run high - but my spirit seems low
What's wrong with the way I live - it's just twisting your mind