"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
The years burn
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..."

(Disarm - Smashing Pumpkins)