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