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