I Had This Thing

I had this thing to call my own...
Just one slip and it was gone...

A minor flaw and then it fell,
I brought this house down on myself...

I didn't know just what I'd done...
I didn't know just what I'd done...

I don't remember anymore what I used to be...
Where is the quiet piece of home where I could breathe?

Just like a razor to my soul when I'm alone...
Oh, I had this thing to call my own...

I'm so confused, I cannot see...
This wave of guilt is drowing me

It feels like blood is on my hands...
I'd give it all for a second chance...

I still don't know just what I've done...
I still don't know just what I've done...

I don't remember anymore what I used to be...
There was a fire burning strong inside of me...

Just like the soothing loving warmth of summer sun...

Oh, I had this thing to call my own...
I had this thing to call my own...
I had this thing to call my own...

I never meant to let you go...
I never meant to let you go...
I never meant to let you go...
I never meant to let you go...