Text: Queensrÿche. Otras Canciones. A Junkies Blues.

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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?