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