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.
Ooh, 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 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.
Ooh, the years burn.
The killer in me is the killer in you.
