Sitting door the door waiting for u to come back, I`ve hated so much my red hair has turned black.
For countless weeks, I have trapped myself in fear and priceless bread. Just waiting for the chance to rest my little head.
Chorus: If their is any angels left, I got a harsh request. Don`t stop to hesitate!!! Theirs little fillies who have to pray and wait.(x3)
My green foal`s breath has cut through my flawless mane. I have no meer urges to play our silly game.
I wish i could pay your debt, when u ask to forget.
Chorus: If their is any angels left, I got a harsh request. Don`t stop to hesitate!!! Theirs little fillies who have to pray and wait. (x3)
