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