I sit and listen to you,
All your pain revealed,
In something so simple as a song,
To the whole world you reveal.
You spill your guts into your songs,
All just to help you with your issues,
Such as: rape, fear, drugs, and sorrow.
How can you stand the fact that you were fucked as a child or
All those people teasing you because they think you're a fag,
Or that parents hating you because they just don't get it?
Things run in and out of my mind when I listen to your pain like,
Why would someone...
Oh, my God...
And, that reminds me of... Me.
You help me with my rage, fear, sorrow, and low self-esteem,
That is why I love and respect you so much.
Thanks Jonathan Housemen Davis, thank you so much,
If you were not around I don't know if I would be either.