I am a map,
A map of what has happened to me,
Of what I've felt
And what I've thought.

Here's where I cut my finger,
There's where you ripped out my heart,
And there's where I shoved it back in.

There's where I scratched at a zit,
Here's where she stabbed my back,
And there's where I tried to ignore it.

Here's where I burned myself,
There's where she scared me half to death,
And there's where I revived myself.

I am a map,
A map of what has happened to me,
Of how I've been hurt,
And how I've fixed myself.