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
i use to be a little boy
so old in my shoes
and what i choose is my choice
what's a boy suppose 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 whos left alone
i used to be a little boy
so old in my shoes
and what i choose is my voice
what's a boy suppose to do
the killer in me is the killer in you
my love
i'll send this smile over to you