(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