I don't want to hear that din

It's started again and I am afraid

I don't want to hear that noise

My dad is a void and speech is a choice

I don't want to prod that sore

You're starting to bore be down to my core

I don't want to hear that thing it's started

Again and I am irate



Saturday saturday all alone

I pray for no one's call

My day my day on my own

I ask for nothing more

I've waited all the week for saturday

When no one's at my door

I waited long and lonely days to find my

Hiding from the world



I don't want to join your throng

You say that you're strong

But I think you're wrong

I don't want to be the same

Why do you disdain

When for this I am



All alone again