1001 Bandaids

i sat in bed looking at my wrist
so tired of the scene of bandaid
but i never thought of this twist
that these marks may never fade

whenever i see this sight
i can never move forwards
not when i remember that night
when the numbers ran backwards

i knew that i was supposed to die
thats why i put up these sureaids
keping up this smile thats a lie
whenever i smell bandaids

but this is not what i want to tell
what i cannot speak is how i feel
like when they took you to jail
what at that time was real?

you used me as a sacrafice
i count the cuts, doing the math
now i pay the price
for your bloody bath

so now here i am because of you
keeping up these barricades
what am i supposed to do
with 1001 bandaids