brett dennen, making the most of this life

And in the morning, when I rise,One question, it 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 confindence, self loathing and its easy to slip into itBut 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 lifeMake the most of this life, uhMake the most of this lifeMake the most of this lifeAnd when I fall I fall hardAnd I dwell to often in my fallsI must accept it and move onTheres just no shame in having to crawlCause 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 confindence, self loathing and its easy to slip into itBut 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 ,ohMake the most of this lifeJust Make the most of this lifeAnd if you come to me smiling, Oh I, will see you shining out from within,Such a beautiful grin awFalling down on me and frageling my skinWake I am pour I a cup of, Wake I am pour I a cup Wake I am pour I a cup of life