Camomile Blend by Emi Fujita
Someone wants to be the Japanese Sarah Brightman, I see,

Someone wants to be the Japanese Sarah Brightman, I see,

This is teenage girl brooding music at its finest.

Oh god, another child star turned hardcore pop tart.

Sweeter… so much more sickly sweeter.

This is one of the loveliest kinds of music for depressive divorcees ever.

BRING ME BACK TO LI-III-III-IFE!

All that artifice can’t buy a vocal talent.

They are going pop? Do they need money that badly?

Behold, the fate of an American Idol winner.

You can dance, dance, dance even when she’s cooing about her vibrator.
