Woorden: The Uninvited. Hope To Die.

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There's hole in the wall where the plaster broke your fall
There's a stain on the door and a fresh one on the floor
There's a vase in the room filled with roses in full bloom
And a note signed in pen reading, "It won't happen again."

Cross my heart, hope to die
Cross my heart, hope to die

There's a frame in the hall where a picture fell from the wall
Of a boy you once knew who can smash your dreams in two
So you stare at his face, put the picture back in its place
And you say, "I'm to blame - I won't make you angry again"

Cross my heart, hope to die
Cross my heart, hope to die

Have you forgotten every word he said that wasn't true?
Every time in anger that he raised a hand to you?
Or do you sit alone at night and whisper through your cries
"Cross my heart, hope to die."

Cross my heart, hope to die
Cross my heart, hope to die