Don't mind the lyrics

Failed to be loved,

But never to love.

Heart and soul belonged to one,

Two birds, a pigeon and a dove.

Love was the cancer that killed many,

Yet a beautiful paradise.

Death is eminent by soul or body,

Yet we await the sun to rise.

Love was a knife, strong and sharp,

Yet we cry to bleed in.

The end is carved upon our skin,

Yet we embrace the blade within.