Make the Most

and in the morning, when I rise one question, that feels like the sun in my eyes

am I making the most of this life?

so much trouble and so much strife

and in my guilty hour

through all of my shame

when all my love is run sour

I have no one else to blame

cause it finds me through the mask I wear

and I see it through it my eyes closed

but still I can not bare to stare into my worries and my woes

theres comfort in self loathing and its easy to slip into it

but still I must learn to lead my life with no regrets all the time it all moves in the same direction

so don't let it pass you by

because It moves so fast , theres no time for perfection

so make the most of this life， make the most of this life,

uh make the most of this life ，make the most of this life

and when I fall I fall hard

and I dwell to often in my falls

I must accept it and move on

theres just no shame in having to crawl

cause it finds me through the mask

I wear, and

I see it through it my eyes closed, but still

I can not bare to stare into my worries and my woes, theres comfort in self loathing and its easy to slip into it

but still

I must learn to lead my life with no regrets, all the time, it all moves in the same direction,

so don't let it pass you by,

because It moves so fast, theres no time for perfection,

so make the most of this life, oh make the most of this life ,

oh make the most of this life

just make the most of this life

and if you come to me smiling oh I, will see you shining out from within such a beautiful grin aw

falling down on me and freckling my skin wake

I am pour

I a cup of wake

I am pour

I a cup wake

I am pour

I a cup of life