VerseYour Heart’s No Longer In It, So You Use Your Hands InsteadEverybody’s Doing Lines, It’s Just That Yours Are RedYou Don’t Wanna Hurt, Just Wanna Get It Off Your ChestBleeding On The Tiles, Sick Of Wishing You Were DeadHaven’t Cried A Tear Since You Started On Those MedsNeed A Little Something, Just To Take You Off The EdgeDoctor Always Tells You That There’s Brighter Days AheadLet Her Get Your Hopes Up, Till It Finally Rains AgainChorusAnd The Bandaids Don’t Seem To HelpAnd So You Cause The Wounds YourselfVerseThe Sting You Think Fulfills You Is Compulsive In ItselfBut You Can’t Seem To Get Your Fix From Doing Something ElseAsk You How You Are, And You Say That You're Doing WellAlmost Disappointed That They Couldn’t Even TellChorusAnd The Bandaids Don’t Seem To HelpAnd So You Cause The Wounds YourselfBridgeYou Say It’s Just To CopeNot Better, But Pretty CloseYou Say It’s Just To CopeYou Think That It Makes You WholeChorusAnd The Bandaids Don’t Seem To HelpAnd So You Cause The Wounds Yourself