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.