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 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 The years burn Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn I used to be a little boy Whoa so old in my shoes And what I choose that's my voice Oh 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 ohh ohh 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 --- Disarm - The Civil Wars