* * * What I Want? * * *

Well, I'm standing on the road,
I don't know for what reason,
I guess I'm waiting someone here,
And it already drives me crazy.

I'm waiting, waiting every time,
Ant other things are not on mind.
Please, Someone come to me,
Please, Someone make me free.

I don't want to run and hide,
I don't want to laugh or cry,
I just want to be alone,
I just want to be at home.