(by Smashing Pumpkins)



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 

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 

Ooh, the years burn 

Ooh, the years burn, burn, 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 



The killer in me is the killer in you 

Send this smile over to you 

The killer in me is the killer in you 

Send this smile over to you 

The killer in me is the killer in you 

Send this smile over to you