I rest my case. Good sir, you've taste.
Of what you find that's good.
I'm hoping now, with lots of hope right now.
I'm hung up on your every word.

Good sir, good sir, don't you worry now.
For you are not whom I blame.
It's this fragile heart of mine, you see.
I broke it. Oh, what a shame.

With silly thoughts and enchanting lies, my heart gave in, piece by piece.
I cared for you. Even cried for you. What else was I to give but these?

-Joanna aka Joey.