You Don't Get to Tell Me

You believe everything you read

And I got stories to tell

I came this way, I didn't plan it

You don't gotta understand it

And I don't gotta stand here and explain myself

You don't get to tell me how to feel

I came all this way on my own

You don't get to tell me what's real

You don't get to tell me

I built my life on the edge of a knife

When nobody believed that I could

Pull a chair up to the table

I am willing, I am able

And we don't need no god to feed each other good

You don't get to tell me how to feel

I came all this way on my own

You don't get to tell me what's real

You don't get to tell me

You don't get to tell me how to feel

I came all this way on my own

You don't get to tell me what's real

You don't get to tell me

You don't get to tell me

You don't get to tell me

You don't get to tell me

You don't get to tell me how to feel

You don't get to tell me

You don't get to tell me

You don't get to tell me how to feel