Everytime I look to the sky,   the sun burns holes into my eyes.   Everytime I ask for relief from my pain   I get beaten again.      I ask myself will I...   EVER GET IT RIGHT?      It's this disease I can't cure,   but the reward is worth living for.   You said it yourself that I'm insane.   Expecting things to change, when I remain the same.      I ask myself will I...   EVER GET IT RIGHT?      Pushing you shoving me   Shoving me!!!      I ask myself will I...   EVER GET IT RIGHT?