(d. peterson/v. peterson)
vicki

she walks in the room
and checks out the faces
we think she´s all the seven wonders of the world
but there´s a sadness
hidden in the bizarre
moonlight and madness
living in a bell jar

she dresses in black
´cause sorrow is a magnet
everything comes to her like it was meant to be
but she´s frustrated
leaving things as they are
what she created
living in a bell jar

she feels so at home
she´s never alone
but she´s oh so lonely
what is the crime
in knowing your mind
set it free

attached to a mirror
in her glass-sided prison
she writes the note that will excuse her from this world
it´s complicated
living in a bell jar
she suffocated
living in a bell jar