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

Now 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 notеs on the door

Tell me to cast it away
Tеll 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