A Space To Grow

This is kind of a different look at this song then other posts. I'm pretty sure this song is about the artist contemplating suicide. The start of the song is him contemplation suicide, watching everyday people. Maybe something here changes his mind making him feel like life isn't as hard as he's making it out to be. "blame the ones that I loved for all the shit that I carried when I was never enough" I believe is a hint to why he feels like this. His parents and possibly a girl never being satisfied. "A cut where we can all lay" I think is actually a physical cut done by the artist did to him self. He says he can lay there because it relieves the emotional pain he feels by being seen as never being enough. "The world was waking up" is his loved ones taking notices. "My heart isn't breaking down" is after his loved notices and want to help. He prays, because emotionally he feels done. "The is world getting louder" is possibly pushing psychiatric help. Which again, he sees his heart isn't breaking down. Life is worth it. He looks back and depression relapses. Giving away things to loved ones is a hint of suicide, and I believe that's the biggest hint in the song. "I am so obscure it's terrible, and I'm loved, but in between the cars they bother me." He is different so he hates himself, but he's loved, people notice his cry for help in the cuts and other hints, but the people living life the way he wants to makes him think things can get better, which refers to him watching cars alone at the beginning of the song. " I helped make the art that hangs on your walls and plays in your heart; it stays in your arms. 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." I think this refers to a girl, and maybe shit didn't work out, but she to gave up on her dreams... but she isn't an emotion wreck like the artist. She "settled for the pencil days", just taking life as it comes. "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" This is the artist realizing he's not different then this girl, and he has meaning, a purpose, and he wont sell out to this bitch to prove it to the world. She has to realize it herself. Until then, he's an artist on a shelf. An outside eye looking in. Waiting to break out and make it big. Something along those lines is what I feel this songs about.