Darling there's not
a Thing you can do
I've picked my Poison
and it's You
even though you
haven't got a Clue
I've picked my Poison
and it's You
no I've Tried
and I've Lied
and God I've Cried
but in the end
It's Me not You
I've picked my Poison
Why don't You?
I pick my poison and it's you
Nothing could kill me like you do
You're going straight to my head
And I'm heading straight for the edge
I pick my poison and it's you
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Words In My Head
PoetryThe thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.
