It all got ruined
That it seemed the dust wasn't broomed
Some assured that it'll be fine
For which I could be persuaded to reach cloud nine
Earlier it used to help a lot
But this time it was a tight knot
Which couldn't be sorted out
On it even if we tend to shout
Eventually I started losing hope
As I could feel myself vanishing that I couldn't cope
The agony was so much, God knew I tried
But now I felt like dying so I died