Disarm

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, the years burn Oh, 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 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

Oh, the years burn Oh, 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 Send this smile over to you The killer in me is the killer in you Send this smile over to you The killer in me is the killer in you Send this smile over to you