she helped me remove the bullet from my legnshe took the blame, dug them out while I lay screamingnshe showed me bloody things and held them in her handnand said that these were her's and mine them in the pock downnnI make her shoot me in the headnshe took my gun and shot my neck insteadnthe way she held my gun and looked at me with ragentold me that everything was okay if I survivennand now she stays with me, it's crazy but she's minenshe tells me I'm insane because she dosen't lienshe was the killing me, she left me hear to dienand all the ways that worries all right