Escape

Not young anymore, know I've gotten old, Got wrinkles on my face as well as my soul, One of these days I'll be lyin with the crows, Until then I'll be dodgin the blows, Going out of my mind and who knows, Maybe I'll wake and forget all those lies I've been told, Maybe I'll find someone to have and to hold, Break through the chains that are choking me slow, Crawl through the layers of smoke they blow, Wish I could shed the skin of the memories I know, Release the poison that mixes with the blood in my veins as it flows , Find a way out of this prison of life that I chose, Change the ending before it comes to a close, Might find the real me or drown in this anxiety who knows.