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