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
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
The years 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
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