I don't remember what it was to be the old version of myself
And I count that as a victory
The first death I am responsible for
Quite possibly the last

It's a lot like living somewhere as a baby
And moving at an age too young to remember what the color the walls were in your old room
But you have pictures
You know you lived in a bright orange room
But you can't feel it
You can't go back to living in that room as a child because you are not a child and that is not your room
You are someone new
And the room is somewhere new
That is what it is to **** the old version of yourself

I don't know if I will **** again
I suppose none but killers know if they will **** again
I will **** only in defense of self
Self-defense will hold up in this court of law
My law
My court
My self
Judge, jury, killer, killed

I've never been one for goodbyes
I suspect I never will be
There is no need to say goodbye to something that is already gone
He was already gone, that old self
He received no 21 gun salute
He was no hero
This new self could receive such a salute
But I hope he doesn't need one
I'm fond of this new self
I don't want to have to **** him
I don't think I'll have to

But don't think I won't
Don't think I can't
Because I've done it before and I'll do it again
If I have to