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 seems 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 (this world)
it's complicated
living in a bell jar
and she suffocated
living in a bell jar.
bell jar
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