Memories of..., by BackDoorMan Subscribe to rss feed for BackDoorMan

It's been hard to handle
And tough to shake
This fever I caught
Might never break
And I might be wrong
I'll never know for sure
Of two paths I've pondered
You're the one that was pure
And she has never been a saint
And she won't be what I think
But of all the choices I've had to make
This is one risk I've always been willing to take
Posted: 2011-03-11 04:43:44 UTC

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