Lost Lover

Dead Mate

I can hear the murmurs of a radio

I can listen to what the people speak

And my mother everytime do tells me that

No one will come to hear my pain

I hold a belief, I don't need to hold on anyone

Cause I have you to hold on

My head aches, the pain buds on my veins

And no one cuts its roots

I bear it all cause I feel one day

You'll come to take it away

They call me fool but I feel they're the one

Who call you a dead mate