Who's That Talking?

Oh. Late night, I'm staring at the ceiling. Thoughts spinning like

a movie reeling. Some sound that slips in between my dreams. Whispering things that

don't sound like me. Is it my echo or a stranger's tune?

A shadow speaking in an empty room? Every word feels so close to

home that I don't know if I'm alone. Every beat,

every breath, it's right here inside my head. Who's that talking? In my mind,

in my mind, is it me or am I just along for the ride?

Who's that talking? Through the noise, through the night, feels so real, but I can't