kisgyerek I.

a kisfiú nem maradt a sötétségben egyedül. - ezt az smst kaptam kb egy órája.

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?
a killer in me is a killer in you
my love i send this smile over to you