I am threatened by the resolve that you are my soul. You are my being, you are every breath I take, you are my home, you are my sweet sin.
Everyone wanted me to be the bad boy, the label wanted it, the publicists wanted it, but I was just trying to be myself.
God has broken me in every way possible. I spent a year not caring, a year trying to figure out what I’d done to deserve it. and a year trying to make it right.