I stepped into a strange home.
Inside it looked like mine.
The furniture was the same.
It looked like my own shrine.
It began to make me worried,
I was filling up with fear.
I then realized it was my home.
I had drunk too much beer.
I stepped into a strange home.
Inside it looked like mine.
The furniture was the same.
It looked like my own shrine.
It began to make me worried,
I was filling up with fear.
I then realized it was my home.
I had drunk too much beer.
