Mr Grey

i remember laying in my respirator 

i got instinct memories of being an surrounded 

of gorgeous surgeries , nurses and doctors

thinking life could  worst even if i wore found pleasure in being hurt

that wore helping me through the days when i wore wounded 

i remember when i wore lay there in the hospital bed

not being able to breathing properly , stand correctly

woke up to a male nurse who look exactly like zedd 

which i try to say but not a sound came out from my month

but i show a picture on him and according to the team 

he look exact like him , but also a guy that remind me of martin

i recall my time when i had coma ,with all the greatest memories 

because i had all this wonderful dreams about festivals 

and i am very humble and grateful for the work of the hospitals workers

how you read me through like an journal and files

how they read me like my open diaries

there something with hospitals that humanizes 

you as a person which i kinda like , no adore

how i get lips that kills do you know how satisfied it feel ?

recall how you manage to help me up when  i fell out 

wheel chair , felt a bit like having an aupair and i never really really had anyone that took care

about me like you , see me on that way there by the desk when when we took medicine and tabs

you always there and hug me like an teddycare 

i like that part and i guess and specially the  way 

you ride me like an segway , i had nothing to complain 

i really enjoy how you become my stylist , my own make up artist 

sait i was cute when i felt ugly and bald and in you i got a teamwork 

coworker and protector