The mirror stands before me, cold and merciless. It is cruel, showing me only that which I wish least to see.
And in my twisted face
There's not the slightest trace
Of anything that even hints at kindness
But is it cruel if it shows only reality? An unbiased image? My fingers tell me that the mirror does not lie. The skin beneath my touch is warped and twisted, malformed and vile.
And from my tortured shape
No comfort,
no escape
I see, but deep within is utter blindness
For years, I have hidden from the world that has made me the way I am. I was not born evil. I did not emerge from the womb holding a Punjab lasso.
Hopeless
As my dream dies
I love her, but because of my face, she could not love me back. I didn't want to hurt her, I only wanted her love, her appreciation, her admiration. But because the same world that had shunned me, mocked me, tossed me away like a rag to the wind, had sheltered and nurtured her, she could not love me.
As the time flies
Love a lost illusion
But I remember her words. This haunted face holds no horror for me now…
Helpless
It's in your soul that the true distortion lies.
Unforgiven
She had kissed me, but not because she loved me. She had kissed me because she loved the noble de Chagny.
Cold and driven
To this sad conclusion
My hand finds a candelabra and brings it above my head. The world had ruined me, dehumanized me, made me a monster…
No beauty could move me
The mirror shatters under my blow.
No goodness improve me
I felt nothing. No compassion, no mercy, no pity, no love… except for her…
No power on earth, if I can't love her
I loved her.
No passion could reach me
No lesson
could teach me
Wretched creature of darkness, I tried to make her love me with the only forces that were in me; evil, hatred, bitterness, malevolence…
How I could have love her
And made her love me too
Raoul, the noble, ignorant, foolish, valiant, gentle de Chagny…
If I can't love her, then who?
The world made me what I am.
Long ago I should have seen
All the things I
could have been
I blame it on the world… but could I have changed it? Did I ever consider taking my fate into my own hands?
Careless and unthinking, I moved onward
No.
No pain could be deeper
No life could be
cheaper
It was a moment of pure, sweet bliss, her tender, passionate lips pressed to mine, loving me, caring for me, her Angel…
No point anymore, if I can't love her
No reason to live. I open my arms, laughing, inviting Death to come and take away my bitter agony.
No spirit could win me
For all her pleas, I would have killed her lover…
No hope left within me
For all her song, I could not bear to see her with another man…
Hope I could have loved her and that she'd
set me free
Captive, captive in the opera house, captive in my twisted form, captive in the life that had been forced on me by an unfeeling mask…
But it's not to be
If I can't love her
They're coming for me with death in their eyes. They long to taste my blood, the blood of the man who could not love, for all his longing, could not love, could not care... could only sing…
If I can't love her…
Let the world be done with me.