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  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  I send this smile over to you  The killer in me is the killer in you  I send this smile over to you  The killer in me is the killer in you  I send this smile over to you