And in my twisted face,
There's not the slightest trace,
Of anything that even hints of 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 hear 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 that I could have loved her
And that she'd set me free.
But it's not tobe.
if I can't love her,
Let the world be done with
Me. |