Nothing of My Own

You look to me for an answer

But I've never given, I've never given it much thought

And staring at the center of the room

I start to build one but it never feels like my own

And I, oh, I've built nothing of my own

All I've known, I've never really known

And I, oh, I need something of my own

Before it's too late, before my time has 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

They curse the sky and praise the rain

I thought I knew them, I used to call them all the same

And 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

And I, oh, I need something of my own

Before it's too late, before my time has come and gone