How am I supposed to make it through another day. What am I supposed to do now that you've gone away. Is there anything encouraging you can say to me. Did you really think my heart was made of stone. Maybe you never gave it any thought at all. How nice to go through live oblivious and free. Life is sweet sweet as Strawberry Wine. And bitter too like the seeds on the vine. And you are that you are more than sublime. And bitter too lovin' you has been an experience. How am I supposed to ever feel the same. These kind of situations always have a way. Of screwing up your mind and messing with your sanity. How many days and nights will have to come and go. Before I realize what I already know. I'm better off without you like I thought I'd be. Life is sweet sweet as Strawberry Wine. And bitter too like the seeds on the vine. And you are that you are more than sublime. And bitter too lovin' you has been an experience. (Spoken) Life is sweet. Life is sweet sweet as Strawberry Wine. And bitter too like the seeds on the vine. And you are that you are more than sublime. And bitter too lovin' you has been an experience. Life is sweet sweet as Strawberry Wine. And bitter too like the seeds on the vine. And you are that you are more than sublime. And bitter too lovin' you has been an experience.