There's a thousand different ways to tell you how I'm feeling
And I'm telling you none of them would feel genuine
So for the hundredth time this year I guess I'll just stay silent
Till I can figure out some way to speak my mind
I know that in some ways you feel like you fell short
I'm writing you to tell you that's not true
This is a letter from a fan who knows your perseverance
Maybe a little better than you do
I remember when they used to say
That he'd get so close to death he'd hear his angels speak
And then he'd tip his hat and thank them for reminding him he's weak
He got so used to living life inside a cloud
That when he'd call to them for guidance he wasn't very loud
There was a time when you stood tall and next to no one
Back in those days don't think I ever saw you lose
Now even though today you are a different kind of champion
I still remember every single move
Now don't listen to the people who just try to doubt you
No in those situations don't listen to the doubts of your own
Just close your eyes and keep on fighting like you've always kept on fighting
You're still the king even without your throne
I still remember when we used to say
That you'd get so close to death you'd hear your angels speak
And then you'd tip your hat and thank them for reminding you you're weak
But you got so used to living life inside a cloud
That when you'd call to them for guidance you weren't very loud
But still they'd answer
Still they'd answer
This is a letter from a fan
You saved my life that's no exaggeration
It happens once in a generation
Nothing's as trivial as it seems