Medusa Bleeds |
| by Edward Racey |
She’s alone,
so I feel that she’s afraid.
Turned to stone,
all of those who look her way.
Could it be,
that nobody understands?
Could it be,
that she only needs a friend?
Medusa bleeds, and no one is ever there.
She bleeds, and there’s not a soul who cares.
Medusa bleeds.
She’s afraid,
and so I feel that she’s alone.
Look away,
or forever live in stone.
Could it be,
that no one really knows?
Could it be,
there is more than that which shows?
Medusa bleeds, and no one is ever there.
She bleeds, and there’s not a soul who cares.
Medusa bleeds.
Could it be, could it be,
that all she needs is just a friend.
Medusa bleeds,
and she will bleed until the end.
Medusa bleeds, and no one is ever there.
She bleeds, and there’s not a soul who cares.
Medusa bleeds.
Could it be, could it be,
Medusa’s bleeding for a friend.
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