Cutting Teeth

Don't look at me that way 'Cause I've changed You had me dull and insane Second guessing the pain Won't fall for your trap Never again We're in second act You're the one looking back Get used to it Get used to it Got something to cut my teeth on I've sharpened up and I'll bite down Got something to cut my teeth on Look what I've become Like a beast on a prowl Like an eagle that's soaring higher Like a vision of heaven Like a beautiful pearl I'm light on my feet And I'm not bending a knee I fell on a knife A few hundreds times But I've come back to life Got something to cut my teeth on I've sharpened up and I'll bite down Got something to cut my teeth on Look what I've become By a thread I held on I felt the pain, saw the blood run Look how far I've come I know that I've already won Got something to cut my teeth on I've sharpened up and I'll bite down Got something to cut my teeth on My teeth on, yeah Oh you better run, oh yeah Ah you better run, ah!