Coarse music
I can feel my finger have no passion any more
but I find a lady talking to me outside the door
she said
hello child, love me now,
don’t you worry about anything
you are young, you are fresh,
you can get another new wild way for yourself
but you don’t understand what’s my dream
what’s my feeling, what’s my way
you just like my mama let me get away from my guitar
she said
Oh my child, you’re old enough,
You should think about your future life
It’s too loud, it’s too coarse
It can never bring you anything
I’m trying to hold myself again
Hold my angry in my hand
I wanna leave tomorrow
Never back again