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