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i don't want to hear that din |
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it's started again and i am afraid |
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i don't want to hear that noise |
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my dad is a void and speech is a choice |
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i don't want to prod that sore |
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you're starting to bore be down to my core |
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i don't want to hear that thing it's started |
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again and i am irate |
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saturday saturday all alone |
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i pray for no one's call |
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my day my day on my own |
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i ask for nothing more |
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i've waited all the week for saturday |
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when no one's at my door |
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i waited long and lonely days to find my |
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hiding from the world |
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i don't want to join your throng |
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you say that you're strong |
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but i think you're wrong |
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i don't want to be the same |
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why do you disdain |
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when for this i am |
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all alone again |