Crooks - Dead Harts

I hate to break this to you

The way this train is rolling is clearly out of your reach

We can’t afford to drag our feet

Now we’re reborn

Upon our sides is yet another thorn

Just when you thought I’d let my guard down

I stop you right in your tracks

Too many times I’ve made a rod for my own back

But now I’m still here walking down these streets with my fucking head held high

No feeling of defeat, just an overwhelming rush of relief

To know you’re gone and know you’re never coming back

So sick of your empty threats and shooting the shit

So do your fucking worst bitch

Let it be, the past is dead we’re history

Let it be, I’m stronger now you will see

Let it be, you’ll move on eventually

Let it be, the past is dead we’re history