Disarm you with a smile nAnd cut you like you want me to nCut that little child nInside of me and such a part of you nOoh, the years burn nnI used to be a little boy nSo old in my shoes nAnd what I choose is my choice nWhat's a boy supposed to do? nThe killer in me is the killer in you nMy love nI send this smile over to you nnDisarm you with a smile nAnd leave you like they left me here nTo wither in denial nThe bitterness of one who's left alone nOoh, the years burn nOoh, the years burn, burn, burn nnI used to be a little boy nSo old in my shoes nAnd what I choose is my voice nWhat's a boy supposed to do? nThe killer in me is the killer in you nMy love nI send this smile over to you nnThe killer in me is the killer in you nSend this smile over to you nThe killer in me is the killer in you nSend this smile over to you nThe killer in me is the killer in you nSend this smile over to you