A Junkie's Blues

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?