Nothing of My Own

You look to me for an answer But I've never given, and I've never given it much thought Staring at the center of the room, I start to build one But it never feels like my own Ahhh And I, oh I've built nothing of my own All I knew, I've never really known I, oh I, need something of my own Before it's too late, before my time's come and gone Have you ever had that feeling when you're talking to yourself That you're speaking out of turn Kind or cruel or cold or vain I start to feel like, like all these people need a name Curse the sky and praise the rain I thought I knew them, I used to call them all the same Ahhhh, Ahhhh I, oh I've got nothing of my own All I have, it just tends to come and go I, oh I've built nothing of my own All I knew, I've never really known All I knew, I've never really known I, oh I, need something of my own Before it's too late, before my time's come and gone