Where did you go? Left me here all alone In the cold Freezing from head to toe Where do I go? How do I know when I found home A place to call my own It's not as bad as it seems I'm not as bad as I seem We're not as bad as we seem I can't find enough maps and atlases At least this compa** can hold its own I'm finding out at twenty years old That just because you've found a chest Doesn't mean that it's filled with gold Maybe if I looked into myself,I'd find somebody else Someone I don't hate This compa** can hold its own