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 i used to be a little bot 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 you left me here to wither in denial the bitterness of one who's left alone 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