Disarm you with a smile
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 voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
I send this smile over to you

Disarm you with a smile
Cut you like you want me to
Cut my little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
What I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
I send this smile over to you