To make the best of it

I’m smoking bud a lot, tryin' to ease the stress from daily regiments A man can only stay so strong, I try to make the best of it I’m earning every crumb and cent

But I, manifested this Failing's how you grow and learn your lessons, kids Take the worse and try to make the best of it 'Cause when you fail, just know it's a test and if

I guess they all just chasing paper it is dangerous I guess we all should realize that life is what you make it And I try to make the best of it If it’s negative abandon it

On my own I've tried to make the best of it alone I've done everything I can to ease the pain

Dear friend, let us share the path of humanity When I think of it, I tell myself that my time is passing How to make the best of it is up to me!

I want to see you dance, dance, dance and if the sun goes down, We will have the night left, To make the best of it, and then our lips to touch

You have to make the best of it, when you are in love, you have to burn passionately It is not easy to establish a relationship, I inlaced it like an embroidery They call him/her a saint whoever shows half the patience I have Why don't you also make an effort, as you can see I am about to go crazy

And at the top of my list This visitation is no relationship But I've got to make the best of it 'Cause I know

It's an open faucet of confluent bullshit We're all one, trying to make the best of it Now how much pain can I sustain?

This is pony boy breaker down and I'm goin' home You know I've tried to make the best of it But there's somethings a man's just got to do

Life always dumps something in your way You try to make the best of it everyday You could give up and give in but you prefer

Come with us For I've sent word A few strange anarchists want to make the best of it Make (the best) of it.

I thought that I was over you last night But there’s no getting over you tonight We tried to make the best of it we can I almost feel we’re moving on

I will leave no scars, no marks or no stains. I will try to make the best of it, what little remains.

Tomorrow is another day, once again a new day If you can't wait for it then just try to make the best of it Tomorrow is another day, once again a new day

So I left her in the trash where she belongs and I've long since ignored I know there's aphids in my chest to get The butterflies I'm feeling when I strain to make the best of it I run and hide to heal again from basic taste of death I'm getting

You're too busy to properly end every day And it breaks my heart But as much as I want us to make the best of it, Your bored voice stays reserved...

Horns on your heads I'm not of this world But I'm trying to make the best of it So you, so you won't stare that way again

Keep puffing keep that floating 'round Lately it's been on me to make the best of it all Oh no no no ah