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
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
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