Creak

Sometimes I think I'm not cut out for this world
Or it's not cut out for me
Has it all been a waste of time?
Are my family happy?
Does she take her pride in me?

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And I can hardly stand on my own feet
I keep holding my breath to stop the pain
Hoping inside while I pace my steps
My clothes are wet from standing in the rain
Making sense of the worst in me
Inherited genes and my delicacies

My problem is that I'm stuck between where I want to be and where I should be
When I was young, I used to think the world was waiting for me
I had it all worked out
But little did I know that I'd be faced with the same troubles that lay on my folks
Can I change the inevitable?
Can I change it all?

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I push my hands together, it's like wishful thinking
But is it real? Is it real?