Poison Md1131 Letras

Wear something out, you'll agree, I'm no poison
When, when it comes, when it comes
Like the [thorn in mud?], cat in a tree, the miles between us
The look of something good, in your smile

My [?] like my [?] and it's never it
I know I must be sad or I never miss me with those sounds that I've written
I have written

While I'm in my spot, 'cause I have got somewhere to hold it all inside
You're alright, you're alright
The [?] away to some new, and I don't notice
I'm good, on my way much too often