Memories of..., by 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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