Sequedad Musical

My plan doesn't work.
My plan failed.
I lost again,
I tried to win her over with a song.
I thought my guitar and my broken voice,
Could get me love,
Or at least attention.

It was in the past
When this worked.
When a couple of melodies
Injected passion
Now it's different,
They have matured.
And my plan is now obsolete

I have musical dryness
And every verse of every song,
Is the sad memory
Of another failure I have,
To note in my compendium
And it's not the first time,
I know it won't be the last
First time.
That I learned to put the guitar away with my head down

My plan doesn't work
My plan failed,
Because all those I seduced said no
But that doesn't matter,
I have the solution.
For the next one
I just change the name of the song
And every verse of every song

Is the sad memory
Of another failure,
That I can't throw in the trash
And it's not the first time,
I know it won't be the last
First time.
That I admit I would like to have another grace
I don't have the charm to achieve what others do
And I don't have the gift of gab to hypnotize them like that
I only have a few rhymes if there was talent
And only like that, only like that, only like that, only like that
Only like that I find courage

Every verse of every song,
Is the sad memory
Of another failure,
That I can't throw in the trash
It's not the first time,
And I know it won't be the last
First time
Music doesn't work for me anymore
First time,
And I know it won't be the last
First time.
That I admit I would like to have another grace