Before I save you, I have to save myself.
A journey with a drink, travelling for a morbid farewell.
Before I rescue a stranger, I have to save myself.

My sister was wrong, I am not the most confident and beautiful person she has known.
Before i blame someone else, I have to blame myself.

My love never left me, she knew my worth more than I ever did. She gave me her oxygen, when i blew out mine, in balloons of unnecessary nostalgia.
Before i forget her curses, I have to forget my sins.

Of all the friends who left, some held on tighter. "I told you so" was never an option, they danced my worries away. My sisters now. Family always.
Before I cry for those I lost, I must praise the ones who stayed.

I remember less and less about happy memories, but only things I regret. Things that left dusted into the wind.
Before I raise hell, I need to raise myself.

Singers, songwriters, lyricists, all of them gave me words i needed to sew this piece together. A new reign must now arise.
Before I praise myself, I must eulogize those before me.

Looking back 10 years , I see regret as much as i see satisfaction as much as i see the work of an over-bearing brute.
So before I take someone's life, I must first lay down my own.