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
Forget

It's more than physical, love unconditional
Anything 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 (Everything will work out fine)
But what if it never changes?
And what if I wasn't to blame?
What if it never gets any better than this? (Everything will be alright)
What if I wasn't to blame?
What if I could change?
Yeah, what if I could change? (Everything will work out fine)

(What if you're only?)
(What if you're only?)
(What if you're only?)
What if I'm only insane?