I wanted to be the guy walking over to that woman twirling her hair, excited to see him. I want to be the man in between the thigh of that woman with the nice behind walking down the street. Damn, I want to sit next to that great smelling attractive woman on the bus. I want to come home to that woman with that nice dress, waving in the wind. I want so much but I am taking for granted what I have. I know nothing about none of these wants, yet I am assuming my life would be better with them. Then, why am I coming home every night?