And in my twisted face
There's not the slightest trace
of anything that even hints at kindness

and from my tortured shape
no comfort, no escafe
I see, but deep within is utter blindness
hopeless, unforgiven cold and driven
to this sad conclusion

no beauty could move me
no goodness improve me
no power on earth, if I can't love her

no passion could reach me
no lesson could teach me
How I could have loved her
and make her love me too
if I can't love her, Then who?

long ago I should have seen
all the things I could have been
careless and unthinking I moved onward

no pain could be deeper
no life could be cheaper
no point anymore if I can't love her
no sporit could win me
no hope left within me

hope I could have loved her
and that she'd set me free
but it's not to be
If I can't love her
let the world be done with me -