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