Story

There's a note on my door We don't want you around And I felt the fear The first time that I found out And I was just a boy And I carry the weight Now that I'm older It sits on my shoulder Tell me to cast it away Tell me how I'm meant to feel Tell me my past and my shame isn't real You you entitled to think what you like It's true this story is mine And you broadcast your words Down your gold microphone Designed to remind them That this ain't my home anymore But I know who I am My blood to the core And I'll tell my children There'll be no more notes on the door Tell me to cast it away Tell me how I'm meant to feel Tell me my past and my shame isn't real You you entitled to think what you like It's true this story is mine It's you you entitled to think what you like It's true this story is mine It's true this story is mine It's true true this story is mine