That's it, I miss home.
Nested in a small grid, not doing business, nor passion.
Like a dead fat mansion, it was bunched up and watched as it was stuffed.
Body and mind are empty and tired.
I was desperate, I made it clear, I want to come out, I want to come out.
I came out and was a little homesick.
In fact, I am also a little entangled, looking forward to the home I am looking forward to, and I will have troubles when I go back.
Still thinking, still thinking, infinitely expanding in my heart.
It's good, it's bad, it's this and that, it's, it's.
It's all about it.
Like this drama, the entanglement continues, it's all about it.
home, home, home
Modern Family, Modern Times, is modern, not fashionable.
It's the era we live in, it's our home.
That's why it keeps going around my brain like this, because it's mine.
It's mine, it's mine after all.
It's mine, I can't escape it.
What about you, do you miss me?
In fact, you don't need to answer, I know.
You miss me as much as I miss you.
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