i have to admit that i am one of the many who thought that a guitar would win him a lady.
my teenage years, they were a feminine drought, and i thought that a seranade would help out.
it seemed to be working for a couple of years - i wrote a few songs and they wrought a few tears -
but when i hit my twenties, it ran out of steam. i seemed to be suffering from romantic fatigue.
and i never know which song i should play her, each melody is
a memory of a not-forgotten failure.
so when i get out my guita tonight, to do what i do, remember:
i probably didn't write this song for you.
and so as i have mentioned, the shelf-life was short - the plan wasn't working, despite what i thought.
my ladies all left me alone in the end, so i had to switch the names around and sing it again.
every life-long-love, and every best friend, slips away into the past.
take my words with caution, i can't pretend that you're the first.
you won't be the last.
7 Eylül 2009 Pazartesi
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