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. 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. 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.