Home

Home sweet home.

But that's not mine.
Mine is bitter. Sometimes it's sour. And I couldn't breathe there.
Ah. She never listened to me.
They were always pretending to listen to me as if i'm still a 5 y.o. girl.
No one understand me.
Bit scary to turn back there. Bleh.

Exploitation. Bomb!

[Oshi no tabako ita daite. Asha ashi no sotoki mita yoa. Oyano taseno nama gusaku. Rutsuni nama date isorani. Oshi go hana, tauku sumitsu.]

Ignoring my worst grammar, plz. Ignoring the japanese part, I couldn't spell the song as clearly as i heard it.
'45 song, my grand ma always sang it to me.