To talk endlessly and aimlessly about someone or something by theodoro, lucas Lyrics

And as I am feeling disappointed
At no one or anything
It is just me

Swear I'm not playing the victim
Just frustrated I can't act the way I think

And yes, it's kinda personal
But makes sense to write it down
And then just sing

Sing, sing, sing

Sing away the voices in your head
And monsters hidden under beds
And all the skin that has gone red with wine

But please don't take it as a letter
Or a message in a bottle
Anything that may sound like a complaint
Well, an apology, I guess
For taking a minute and a half
To say things that are practically the same

Sorry for using just two chords
To say what I have said before
As I just keep on rambling on
But this time it is a song
To maybe listen later on and laugh