Every day I see a guy who looks like me

Every day I see a new-born loser

Being dragged along by insecurity



Someone should have told you

That this was never meant to last

Look across you shoulder

You're my pain, my past



I don't know is it hate or

Is it the way it goes

Time will show what I'm made of

Only tomorrow knows



Every day I see the truth coming near me

Catching up on the truth I used to see

Every day I hope that It won't find me

‘Cos I'm scared to death of the way it used to be



I don't know is it hate or

Is it the way it goes

Time will show what I'm made of

Only tomorrow knows



All in all I am the typical user

And guys like us are raised to do it all the way

Nevertheless I am a new-born loser

Just listen to what the wise men have to say



I don't know is it hate or

Is it the way it goes

Time will show what I'm made of

Only tomorrow knows



						     



						     Thanks to Jorgey