There was a wall constructed inside of me, ripping through my heart
And brick by brick I'll slave to tear it all down

Say goodbye to loneliness, the past is finally dead, dead
There's no allegiance, the past is finally dead

I felt so trapped, a stranger frozen to these streets
With broken bones, wounds I swore would never heal
I always hoped for something true but
My emotions were always so conflicted, so conflicted
Next stop the Berlin Bridge
I once gave my heart for black hair, pale skin and broken English

My life was always so confined
Like being chained against the flow of the gutter

I had no worth, only a hunger for excess to fill the gaps
There was no depth to this abyss

So conflicted
From this day forward
I'll wear my heart on my sleeve
It's ten below outside but it's pale in comparison
To how frozen my judgment used to be

There is no regret, the past is finally dead, dead
The past is finally dead
The past is finally dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
I have no regrets
None