I'm begging for a new compass
Mine is cracked
I don't know which way to turn now
I can't find my way back
I'm crying for directions
My GPS is broken
It's running me into trees
That's all there is
As far as I can see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's punk because it has a simple, direct rhyme that can be put to music. they will never take emo out of music. ridiculous to try,