Obvious

I'm talking lots, I've nothing good to sayI heard myself, and decided it was time to back awayI've gained control, just knowing everything I knowSoon will come a change, a rollIt might seem cold, but sometimes I'd rather be aloneAware, awake but I'm still proneTo the ideas I have owned, I knowI've seen it all again so please let's goA giant mess that's blendingDid you ever see your self