Hysterical - Pamela Hute

I can fly and see you over here

Let the things around and come and fear

I don t know who I am and what I am

I can t feel the pain on my hands

I broke, love is hysterical

In this lazy home

You re on my mind

Red coke, rock is hysterical

In their lazy rooms

What s on their minds?

I should die and love you over here

Let those sins away and come with fear

I don t care who I am and what I am

I won t feel your pain on my hands