This hate for you is making me wanna be better

You create while all I do is wait
I wish I had the strength to breakthrough
But all I seem to do is hesitate.

It's sad that it's the reason for my creation
But lately all my time has been consumed
By this aimless talk, lonely walks, frustration
I had the cake but I must eat it too.

seven turns to eight, and I can't be proud
Always late never taking control
Tick by Tock it's getting just too loud
.They say I'm young-but god I feel so old