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