Queensryche - A Junkie's Blues - Текст песни

I still have questions with no answers. 

I'm alive . . . but I'm not living. 

I don't have much time left . . . I just know this: 

I've lived a violent life. 

I might as well be dead. 

I just want to sleep . . . forever 

and forget . . . 

It's more than physical, love unconditional. 

Everything else is like a Band-Aid. 

Everything will be alright. 

So you cover your bleeding wounds, 

so the dogs won't smell you coming. 

There may be time . . . and 

. . . everything will work out fine. 

But what if it never changes? 

And what if I wasn't to blame? 

And what if it never gets any better . . . than this? 

Everything will be alright. 

What if I wasn't to blame? 

And what if I could change? 

Yeah, what if I could change? 

Everything will work out fine. 

What if you're only . . . ? 

What if I'm only insane?
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