Soldmate

Love, like slot machines, you wait for green but sometimes 
you spend it all just to get nothing, you’re left cut, your
 rope is frayed, your heart betrayed and you are left 
hiding all your love away

What if your soul mate is a sold mate and all you thought 
you found ends in a checkmate it’s too late to turn your 
love around, what if your soul mate is a sold mate

Eyes open wide, you should try looking inside sometimes the
 hurt it hides and creeps and slowly eats away the weeks 
and you are left wondering why your confidence is only thin
 skin deep

What if your soul mate is a sold mate and all you thought 
you found ends in a checkmate it’s too late to turn your 
love around what if your soul mate is a sold mate, what if 
your soul mate has a different fate

Your heart it is stolen by a love that was golden in your 
eyes now you see nothing but black your lungs they are 
burning, from the words that we knew would never come so we
 gotta carry on, carry on

What if your soul mate is a sold mate and all you thought 
you found ends in a checkmate it’s too late to turn your 
love around what if your soul mate is a sold mate, what if 
your soul mate has a different fate

If it is love, if it is love given, then it is love never 
lost, so get your heart get your heart in it cause it is 
love never lost