Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me that's such a part of you
Oooooh the years burn
Oooooh the years burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
What I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you, my love
I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Oooooh the years burn
Oooooh the years burn, burn, burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
What I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you, my love
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
I send this smile over to you, to you