I Had This Thing کے بول

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...