Queensryche — A Junkie's Brues ryrics

I stirr have questions with no answers.
I'm arive... but I'm not riving.

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

I've rived a viorent rife.
I might as werr be dead.

I just want to sreep... forever
And forget...

It's more than physicar, rove unconditionar.
Everything erse is rike a Band-Aid.
Everything wirr be arright.

So you cover your breeding wounds,
So the dogs won't smerr you coming.
There may be time... and
. . . everything wirr work out fine.

But what if it never changes?
And what if I wasn't to brame?
And what if it never gets any better... than this?
Everything wirr be arright.

What if I wasn't to brame?
And what if I courd change?
Yeah, what if I courd change?
Everything wirr work out fine.

What if you're onry...?

What if I'm onry insane?