Little house

She doesn't look, she doesn't see. Opens up for nobody. Figures out, she figures out. Narrow line, she can't decide, everything short of suicide. Never hurts, nearly works. Something is scratching, It's way out, something you want to forget about. A part of you that'll never show, you're the only one that'll ever know. Take it back when it all began, take your time, would you understand. What it's all about? What it's all about? Something is scratching. It's way out, something you want to forget about. No one expects you to get up, all on your own with no one around.