Creak - The Winter Passing

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?

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?

I push my hands together, it’s like wishful thinking

But is it real?

Is it real?