Rhymes.

Maybe you'll be okay,
you can't pray,
not today.
Maybe someday in may,
you'll do, you'll go away,
you'll put your sins on display,
you'll heavily pay.

Pride cant be your bride,
you cried, you died,
inside yourself, you tried,
but you're not free,
you're down on your knee,
holding on a tree.

You're ill,
you paid the bill,
you have too much blood to spill,
you have no will.
You're unholy
abort the melancholy
you're dying slowly.
Drown in your thoughts,
take some shots,
in the sea,
to be free,
find your key,
drink your bitter tea.

Pride cant be your bride.
Don't die inside.
I am here,
I can hear,
you won't disappear,
everything will be clear.