i’ll give you my chalice if you give me your bitter cup
i would rather drink your poison if it meant you could be healed with my water
rest your crown of thorns upon my head and i’ll adorn your hair with flowers
let me take the pain off of your mind so you can see how soft the petals are
i will dress you in my finest silks if you let me take the lashes from your whip
you already have so many scars and i won't mind having a few more
i’ll be nailed to your cross if it means you’ll get to lie under the stars
let me take all of your pain, for i love you too much to watch you bleed
