And in my twisted face
There's not the slightest trace
Of anything that even hints of kindness
And from my tortured shape [bad word]  no escape
I see, but deep within is utter blindness 
Hopeless
As my dream dies
As the time flies
Love a 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 moved 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.