Lyrics: Alan Menken/Tim RIce
Music: Alan Menken
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 love her and made 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!