Okay, so maybe I'm just a little bit
Sentimental
What's wrong with that?
So I want to keep pictures
So I want to hold things dear
Nothing wrong with that
Nothing wrong at all

So what if the last thing you are
Is sentimental
So what if you're a total *******
So what if I'm just kicking the pavement three steps behind you
It's not like I'm like
Awfully sentimental

You don't like junk
You don't think I think things through
I just wanna jive and be a human bean
You think I'm just too
Sentimental
But what the **** is wrong with being
Sentimental
You know what?
I really don't care that much anymore
You've lost your luster

So what if I'm no longer sentimental
Maybe it was all a show
Maybe neither of us are all that likeable
Maybe we should all just stop being
Sentimental

Maybe we should all be a little more
Sentimental

**** it, but I don't care that I'm
Sentimental
No, not anymore.

I want to scream,
I want to cry,
But the devils are in the walls
And they make me wanna hide,
Just hide
And sigh

You're all that's left of me
And my broken heart
And I tried so hard
But the devils in the walls are laughing at me
They watch and wait and
I'm helpless to stop them
So I just want to hide.

In all honesty, everything *****.
Nothing went as planned
The **** hit the ceiling all too fast

People hate each other
The planet's dying
Businessmen run the country
More stupidity exists than ever
What else could go wrong?!

Everything seems so genuinely ******
But... honestly?

The world's still spinning,
Marvel's movie streak is still winning,
And my mother is still grinning.

If there are things I can find to live for
If this abrasive ******* cynic can do it
You can, too.
Honestly.

Of all the hidden objects in this world,
Of all the unseen things,
Of everything that is unknown,
All I want is to find my place beside someone.

I want to find my one,
My only, my match!
It can't be this hard, and yet
Here I am, alone, again.

I have yet to drown in his eyes
I still need to see his face
I want to know the sound of his voice
I need to feel his kiss.
Where can I find this boy,
The one I have yet to meet
And still I miss?

What have I done to deserve to be alone
I may never know
I cannot fathom this nothingness
That exists within my chest.

This loneliness I can hardly bear.
It's not that I hate being alone,
But only the lonely moments crush me.
When will this sadness end?

I see them in the halls,
Walking in twos and threes
Groups of beautiful people, all together
Happily
Existing within their own little worlds,
Unable to see my pain
I wish only one thing, truly.
To have a hand to hold,
A pair of lips to kiss,
A brain to think about, talk to, miss...
And another beating heart that I can love.

At first glance, the stone seemed an ordinary thing.
Its surface smoothed with age, the edges and geometric shape seemingly unerring.
It was neither square nor round nor pyramidal, but more closely resembling a trapezoidal figure.
It had lips and valleys, edges and crevices. It was, without further inspection, a simple dark rock.
But, this was no ordinary stone.
If scrutinized, it could be seen...
Millions of shining fragments just beneath the surface, disappearing and appearing, flickering in and out of sight when tilted different ways.
This too could be explained away.
It was only an unrefined piece of blue goldstone, right?
Not so, for it was only upon the closest investigation that its true nature could be seen: when intently inspected, when held in just the right light, it seemed to fill the entire room with stars.
In this light, you held an entire universe in the palm of your hand.

When all else fails, give me color.

Give me crimson
Give me jade
All the different shades
Give me cerulean
Give me fuschia
Give me pea
Let me be, let me see
All the darks, lights, and in-betweens.

When all else fails, give me color.

Give me the color of the sky;
The darkest blacks to the brightest blues,
The oranges, pinks, I'll take any hue.
Let me sing with the roar of the sea
The colors that feed me, that relieve my strife
Please, let my palette come to life.

When all else fails, give me color

Any little shade, take a few
Even if I lay spent, out of breath
Give me one last lovely color
Just one, that's all;
Any vibrant hue.