I've questioned myself...
is he the right one...

The first day of school
it was tough and quiet...

A single tear must not come out
for there is so much to do that pout...

It is so awkward today
everywhere I go, I have nothing to say...

I couldn't sleep
I keep on thinking of you...

I had a fever, I can't function well
I soon start to have chicken pox...

I want to let things out
I want to scream. I want to shout...

I fell and forgot to rise
I seek hope but its too far away...

I knew I'm heading towards an easy path
yet, there seems to be holding me back...

Dafort, Dafort, Dafort
I thought your real name was Dafort...

A spark, it was blew by the wind
loss and easily disappeared, never again...