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