"There's nothing clever in the way you act, the things you say are all rehashed. You trade off pre-written lines with one another, and you claim your own. How can you be yourself when you can not speak for yourself? When every other line you speak is from some other, far more creative than you. The more you listen, and the more you read, will not make you anymore like who you want to be. A hardhearted fan sits in the balcony, eyes filled with passion as they watch the way he moves, and the way he sounds from afar. This is not you, you excuse yourself from it all because you think you understand. Though with a head so big, and a mind so narrow, there's no one to tell you different. And I'm sorry, I truly am, for you having to be the way you are. I'm sorry, I truly am."