a little less 19 candles a little more go away

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