Il testo della Junkie's blues

I still have questions with no answers.
Im alive . . . but im not living.
I dont have much time left . . . i just know this:
Ive lived a violent life.
I might as well be dead.

I just want to sleep forever
And forget . . .

Its more than physical, love unconditional.
Everything else is like a band-aid.
Everything will be allright.

So you cover your bleeding wounds,
So the dogs wont smell you coming.
There may be time . . . and
. . . everything will work out fine.

But what if it never changes?
And what if i wasnt to blame?
And what if it never gets any better . . . than this?
Everything will be allright.

What if i wasnt to blame?
And what if i could change?
Yeah, what if i could change?
Everything will work out fine.

What if youre only . . . ?

What if im only insane?