Letras:Frank Sinatra. 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

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