I heard your words.
Your screaming for help.
I could relate to what you were saying.
And how you felt.
Through highskool you were picked on,
each dreadful day.
From preppies and jocks,
calling you faget and gay.
You worked at a cornors office,
that fucked up your mind.
Seeing dead bodies each day,
of car accidents and murders and each every kind.
Your life at home,
wasnt any better.
You had a stepmom from hell.
You wished you'd never met her.
But from all this bad,
there came a good.
You had shit to write about,
that no one else could.
Your feelings on paper,
that would later become songs.
Were very incredibale,
and it wouldnt be long.
Until you were asked to join a band.
You didnt know if you should ot not,
so you went to a physic.
She told you to do it,
so you went and tryed out.
You joined the band,
and made some cd's.
Leaving you to wonder,
what it would lead you to be.
Four years later,
your number one.
Your a big rockstar,
just having some fun.
Your on tv and radio,
like you never were before.
Selling out arenas,
on your world tour.
Some people hate you for it,
but that does not include me.
Because from all the years,
you grew inside of me.
You helped me with things,
that no one else could see.
Helped me stand up for myself,
and love me for me.
Thats all I have to say,
besides that I'll love you everyday.
My love for you will never fade.
It will always be here to stay.
Some people get excited,
from looking at porn.
But I get excited,
from listening to Korn.