I Could Be a Killer

Soft voice 
Soft appetite 
I'm hurt 
But I'm alright 

I'm still chasing echoes 
But who is to blame? 
So call me a loser 
But I could be a killer 

Mythical tales are not what I write 
Because these colored eyes 
Don't want to fight 

Now I might fall down 
Succumb to your shove 
And wondering, I know 
That I could be a killer