Analysis of Iron Grip

I've found that I've lost my touch
I can write no more
The one that stirred me most, my love
We stand now on distant shores
What is life without that rhythym
What is life without that dance
I stand now on one leg without a crutch
And a wound still sore
But the saddest part is forgetting
The saddest part is the fading away
Of what meant so much to me before
p*ss nothing now but yesterday
So with an Iron Grip I search
With an Iron Grip I seek
Every face I look and hope
That you would be the one I see
p*ss that pathetic, is it strange?
After every feeling towards you has been abandoned
That I still want to satisfy this curiousity?
Until then, with an Iron Grip
I'll Hold On to my dream
Of you and me.