disarm you with a smile and cut you like you want me to, cut that little child inside of me and such a part of you oh ho the years burn oh ho the years burn
i used to be a little boy, so old in my shoes and 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'll send this smile over to you
disarm you with a smile and leave you like you left me here to whither in denial the bitterness of one who's left alone oh ho the years burn oh ho the years burn burn burn
i used to be a little boy, so old in my shoes and 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'll send this smile over to you