Woorden: Pulling Teeth. Martyr Immortal. Clipped Wings.

You're a big boy now, you're all grown up
from the silver spoon to the golden cup
out all night now, you're making friends
high on life and it never ends
what you've got though, it's not enough
a rusty spoon and a pinch of dust
frame your argument to live the lie
press the death that you can't disguise
test the waters and try new things
our little angel has lost his wings
life's so hard when you're on your own
but you've cut all ties
so there's no going home