| 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 |