It isn’t sour grapes or fetid after taste You weren’t the one, not enough grace
Fooled by some wrathful delusion
I almost drowned in worthless decision
In a moment of plain insanity
I tried trampling the better destiny
Fortunate in the pale misfortune
You helped me wonder, in a bitter tune
I learned the test after the distress
Grew stronger in my fallible fortress
Not sour grapes or fetid after taste
I deserve better, a superior celeste.
