Kadehinde Zehir Olsa

If the cup were poison, I’d drink it, bring it to me
If your lips were sealed, I’d break them, bring it to me
The nights you cried, the pain in your heart
Don’t hold back, bring it to me, you won’t fade, just end me
Be the flower of love’s garden, let me feel your thorn
Don’t look at me burning, don’t ask how I’m doing