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 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