bet people dont like me because i am love to gossip
i bet people dont know that i am hospital vip
got touching me up there , he like to undress me there
but the weird part i kinda like how you make me clean
maybe everything wore a dream but it seem so real
was it or should i forget it
the problem with me i dont erase anything out of my memory
i doodle it down in my diary
done it fore ages , been through some stuff and spilled ink over some pages
all i remember was 4 names ,EDM and visual dreams
of me being at festivals
which gave me strength and power
so when i could wake up , recover
in my own way
i recall how scared i wore for not being able to write
as i do want to be an poet - kinda a vital thing make together a sentence
but i also remember make some of my best friends there
that wore just as gentle as dior , and how scared i wore for not being able to talk
i recall hearing mum , crying and talking to me while i wore in limbo
but i like to call i went off to my own little disco
private and handicap access - where i for a month dance go-go
yeah coma wore quite to recommend but i wouldn't recommend it for a friend
only the fittest and strongest survive and i am lucky to come out alive
but i drop dead when i saw my male nurse that looked like Zedd
standing by my hospital bed
well it could be worst
funny enough there wore a male nurse that look exact like that dude
i like that hipster style and while i couldnt talk or write , i wonder if he wore an good kisser
he look like one , the way he made me fell comfortable in that section , gosh
it was almost like levitating a second time when i saw his face and i dont think this feeling cant replace
this feelings - but then i met christian
note they both have same name but one point " apperence like the dj and producer Zedd " which the name lol
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