| 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 |