Can you imagine what it feels like
To in one moment be so content with everything you have
And the next be ripped away into a moment of utter despair

I can imagine.

And can you imagine the wicked claws that grabbed you
That once were delicate long fingers, tools of pleasure,
Now squeezing the very life out of your soul day by day

Oh I can.

And you are afraid, of course
You can only go on so long while being consumed by the darkness
If only someone would light a match to clear the air

If only.