You’re not a machine, I’m sure of that. You’re every bit like me. You gave up on your dreams and now you’re stuck with that. You settled for the pencil days. I’m a paint brush in a way. I’m simple, yeah, I’m plain. I’m colored all the same. I have meaning if you find it in yourself. I’ll sell myself or not, like I really give a fuck I’m just an artist on a shelf."