I hold a pencil in my hand
Paper fall around where I stand
And from what I can see
An artist, I’m not meant to be

I don’t possess the talent
I don’t possess the skill
I don’t possess the patience
I don’t possess the will

I don’t have the tools
I don’t have the determination
I don’t have the mind set
I don’t have the inspiration

I should just give up
I should just give in
I can’t continue this path
Because I know I can’t win

No more papers and pencils
No more erasers and pens
No paint, tablet, or anything
This is where it all ends