Вершы: Pamela Hute. Turtle Tales From Overseas. Hysterical.

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