I only wish I could see her again
See her bright smile, her laughing face, her warm embrace.
I only wish I could touch her again
Touch her warm hands, her shining hair, her gentle arms.
I only wish I could kiss her again
Kiss her blushing cheeks, her stubborn pout, her soft auburn bangs.
I only wish I could live to hold her again
If only I could apologize for all that I have done
All of my lies, my hatred, my past
If only she could put aside her straight-line ways, her black and white vision of the world
If only I could put aside my curved-maze ways, my colorful vision of the world
If only, if only
All that I want is for her to love me as I have loved her:

Endlessly

"The price of freedom is expensive." They say
If my price wasn't losing her
Then maybe, just maybe,
I wouldn't have to do this
I wouldn't have to give up
I could continue on
But without her,
how can I?
She loved me, didn't she?
All of the times I told her, did she not tell me back?
Those three little words, so hard to say, yet so easy to lack?
Did she not tell me how much I meant to her

and to her, I?

Perhaps this was my fault,
for not explaining the colors in my world,
for not bringing color into hers.
Perhaps it is I to blame, not her
for the lingering hate
for the tears
for the pain
Perhaps freedom isn't all it seems
After all, if freedom is losing the one you hold dear

Then I'd rather be in chains