You don't really want any more from me To make things right You need someone to hold you tight You think love is to pray But I'm sorry I don't pray that way A lot of drama going on. And I thought me being in the middle of things was over. This is my 6 months of not being depressed and I'm so confused. I can't think straight and stress of graduating is pressing. I'm so much different but to others I'm the same. The same girl that breaks people apart and wonders why they don't work anymore. I wonder why everything I touch dies and is broken. Red nails of posion... Don't touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so Now I'm going to pack my things and go