History doesn’t have to repeat itself... or does it?
GIA
Life was on track, going great,
And I couldn’t have been happier.
But then he walks back in,
The tall, dark, broody blast from my past,
The one that got away,
Or shall I say, the one I pushed away,
Now, he’s pushing the boundaries,
Demanding answers,
Ready to bring the past to the present,
For a...