Pick myself off the floor and fight another day
The day that you walked out my door, I tried to stay sane,
But the day may come when I lose my heart and I lose my faith
When the bitter taste of the sour grapes will remind me of

Sweet misery
Sweet misery
Cold and Empty
Sweet misery

I'll bottle up my pain, swallow a pint of pride
Her poison warms me with regret, and I can't hide
That my head cries out while my heart looks in for a little faith
But the last remains of this sinful saint are memories of Sweet misery

Sweet misery
Her pain reminds me I'm still living
Sweet misery
But how much do I have to give

Cause the day has come, I've lost my heart and, I'm losing faith
And the bitter taste of the sour grapes it reminds me of
Sweet misery

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