If I Can't Love Her

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.