Townsend, I ask Are you listening? Is this to a broken address? I've been wondering Did you ever think of me Like you thought about yourself I never asked, and you never asked And now I'm living With no benefit of the doubt I wonder if this'll ever let me go When will it let me go? And now I'm the last to know That with one single misplaced throw I could end the lives of all my friends Why would you give me this? Just to leave me with this? Is it hard to imagine, it's not deliberately? Is it hard to imagine, it's not deliberately? Is it hard to imagine? ♪ My hands are full of fire My eyes are full of flame I sent Moody to the shadows My limbs are not my own My life is not my decision No Was I crying for help like some wounded animal Never learning what this is, what it feels like to be left? A secondary thought, in your heroic moment Expecting me to thank you And now I'm the last to know That with one single misplaced throw I could end the lives of all my friends Why would you give me this? Just to leave me with this? Is it hard to imagine, it's not deliberately? Is it hard to imagine, it's not deliberately? Is it hard to imagine?