Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me too,
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you,
Ooh, the years burn,
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,
Ooh, 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 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.