A sharp pain, down my spine,
as I remember when
I asked you to be mine.
Our life was great,
our life was so fine,
when Dementia attacked;
robbing you of your mind.
A sharp pain, down my spine,
as I remember when
I asked you to be mine.
Our life was great,
our life was so fine,
when Dementia attacked;
robbing you of your mind.