Talking to myself

In my sleep I'm walking down these narrow halls again
Grab onto the walls when I feel myself stumbling
I'm not a prophet by any means but

I think I know my flaws and where to come clean
Just the truth is I much rather be alone

Am I talking to myself again?
I had the world in the palm of my hands
Singing oh

In my sleep I'm fighting off the demons in my head
Don't know what to do, every night they keep coming back again
So I forget the world I know by all means
Pretend to be content and never come clean
Cause the truth is, I'm better off alone

Am I talking to myself again?
I had the world in the palm of my hands
Singing oh

So keep on talking and talking to me