nothing of my own

Kongos

You look to me for an answer
But I've never given
And 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

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 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

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 has come and gone