My world is caving in on itself; the scars of my past threatening to consume me.
I was ready to fall from the top of my empire and I didn't give a damn.
But then she showed up; falling back into my life and into my bed.
I’m not the type of man to make promises. But long ago I made one to her, and then broke it, pushing her as far away as I could. She’s too good for this shit and I couldn’t risk her.
I should let her walk away again; I'm a bad man, but I'm too selfish.
This time, I'm keeping her.