22 de Mayo 2007

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.

Oh, the years burn.
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.
Oh, 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.

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Disarm. Mayo 2007.

Escrito por Xabier a las 22 de Mayo 2007 a las 08:00 PM
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