and in my twisted face

there's not the slightest trace

of anything that even hints at kindness

and from my tortured shape

no escape

i see but deep within is utter blindness

hopeless as my dream dies

as the time flies

love the lost illusion

helpless 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 move onward

no pain could be deeper

no life could be cheaper

no point anymore

if i can't love her

no spirit 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