When I wake up in the morning I realise That it's time to stop being nice But then the picture in the mirror tells me That my life's worthless and I need a change
Someday, someday I'll make something out of my life and out of me Somewhere, sometime I'll become someone And you'll be proud of me
Someday I'll make my dreams come true
I'm looking for a goal in my life Everyday and every night But it seems so hard to find out so am I just wasting time and everytime I make a decision the moment later I regret so how can I avoid the collision that's about to happen in my head
Someday, someday I'll make something out of my life and out of me Somewhere, sometime I'll become someone And you'll be proud of me