There are no roses left to give
More is a habit you are forced to forget
A glass house you are made to live
You've made this bed
But you can't fall asleep in it

Day breaks under the heaviness of night
This house shakes with a fluttered tongue's plight
Stuck 'neath my feet are shells colored white
Every word spoken lends more heat than light

I am morphing from beast to child
Accepting numb in exchange of my guile
Remembering the West, dangerous and wild
As I clutch the throne expelling my own bile

Transitions have never come easy
Introductions weren't always my best
Getting stuck somewhere in the middle
Must be where I belong
Like the weight felt deep in my chest

I am the clay you grasp with your hands
I am a mold made to fit your demands
I'll be whatever you want me to
I'll be the needle's eye you're pulling thread through

You all promised it'd be better
You told me there won't be any more fear
I should have listened to my doubt
Cuz now I see it was yourself you were talking about