You made me think you cared for me,
And I believed in you.
You told me things you never meant,
And made me think them true,
I gambled in the game of love,
I played my heart and lost.
I'm now a wreck, upon life's sea,
Alone, I pay the cost.
You made me what I am today,
I hope you're satisfied.
You dragged and dragged me down until
My soul within me died.
You shattered each and every dream,
You fooled me from the start.
And though you're not true,
May God bless you,
That's the curse of an aching heart.
The dreams I dreamed of future joys,
You smiled on, though you knew,
Deep down within your faithless heart,
They never would come true.
Still further on you led me,
till my paradise I saw,
Then with one word you banished
all my hopes for ever more.
You made me what I am today,
I hope you're satisfied.
You dragged and dragged me down until
My soul within me died.
You shattered each and every dream,
You fooled me from the start.
And though you're not true,
May God bless you,
That's the curse of an aching heart.
(Lyrics from a song by Al. Piantadosi and words by Henry Fink, published in 1913)
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