You're my rock star.
You're my god.
You're my savior.
I watch you intently on the stage.
I move in rhythm with your words, your sounds.
Wonder what everyone else in this room thinks of you.
Wonder what you think of yourself.
All pay homage to your legend, yet you're not widely known.
You keep on growing to everyone's dismay.
People who love you now mean it.
Just wait a while before you get your own parade you won't recognize anyone at it.
Do you ever wonder why people want you?
Are you even interested?
I take your picture because I think I've captured your soul.
I don't even know you.
They only reason I adore you is because my friend liked you first.
You'll make your living and then you'll die.
Your fans may mourn you and then they'll soon forget you.
More and more stars are born everyday.
Did you honestly believe that you were unique?
In spite of all that you will always be my rock star, my god, my savior.