Little birdies talking, heard them chirping in the trees, singing him praises, throwing stones at me. Talk of the whole town painting me red; only one question: was it time well-spent? Waited until I was sleeping to put a gun to my head, caught me off guard, left me for dead, and bleeding. An enemy's enemy becomes your friend... He put the knife in my hand, tore the rib from his side, licked the blood from my lips, his fingerprints the only evidence indented on my thighs. Two lives, one night forever intertwined.