The Curse of an Aching Heart

The Curse of an Aching Heart
You made me what I am today,
I hope you're satisfied,
You dragged and dragged me down
until the soul within me died.
You've shattered each and
every dream, fooled me right from the start.
And though you're not true,
may God bless you,
That's the curse of an aching heart.
(musical interlude)

You made me what I am today, I should hope you're
satisfied, You dragged, you dragged me down until
the soul within me died. You've shattered each and
every dream, you fooled me right from the start.
And although you're not true, may God bless you,
That's the curse of an aching heart.