Texty: Fray, The. 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

Its 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?



Something is scratching

Its way out

Something you want

To forget about.



No one expects

You to get up

All on your own with

No one around.