Cut that little child, inside of me and such a part of you
Oh, 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
Oh, 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
My love, I send this smile over to you
