Little House
She doesn't look, she doesn't seeOpens up for nobodyFigures out, she figures outNarrow line, she can't decideEverything short of suicideNever hurts, nearly works
Something is scratchingIts way outSomething you wantTo forget about
A part of you that'll never showYou're the only one that'll ever knowTake it back when it all beganTake your time, would you understandWhat it's all about?What it's all about?
Something is scratchingIts way outSomething you wantTo forget about
No one expectsYou to get upAll on your own withNo one around