Sweet Misery - Born to Lose

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.