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