she helped me remove the bullet from my leg   she took the blame, dug them out while I lay screaming   she showed me bloody things and held them in her hand   and said that these were her's and mine them in the pock down      I make her shoot me in the head   she took my gun and shot my neck instead   the way she held my gun and looked at me with rage   told me that everything was okay if I survive      and now she stays with me, it's crazy but she's mine   she tells me I'm insane because she dosen't lie   she was the killing me, she left me hear to die   and all the ways that worries all right