Sweet Misery

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, (whoa-oh-ho)
 Sweet misery, ((Whoa-oh-ho)
 Cold and empty, (whoa-oh-ho)
 Sweet misery, (whoa-oh-ho)
 I'll bottle up my pain, swallow a pint of pride
 Her poison warms me with regret and I can't hide
 That my heart cries out while my head looks in for (a little faith)
 But the last remains of this sinful saint are (memories of)
 Sweet misery, (whoa-oh-ho)
 Sweet misery, ((Whoa-oh-ho)
 Cold and empty, (whoa-oh-ho)
 Sweet misery, (whoa-oh-ho)
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 (Whoa, sweet misery)
 Her pain reminds me I'm still living
 (Whoa, 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, (whoa-oh-ho)
 Sweet misery, ((Whoa-oh-ho)
 Cold and empty, (whoa-oh-ho)
 Sweet misery, (whoa-oh-ho)