Lucka

.....anytime I´m sad, I pick up my guitar, I sing a line, throw it away, pick it up again, throw it away again. I can do this the whole day, whole night or even the rest of the month. I´m looking for the one chord, one line, one chorus that says it all. It drives me mad and sometimes it gets me even sadder, but I guess I don´t know anything better to do. I´m just writing songs, don´t know why, maybe because I love it, maybe because I hate it, or maybe both.