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Poetry by Sienna V
Some of you will identify with the illness in the song 'Haze'
'City Life' song reflects the reality of a girl living alone.
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He is
wasting away
in his haze of unhappy fantasy
Passing the hours
Not knowing that they're gone.
He keeps yearning for a past
He wishes could have been
Forgetting all the love he's had
Remembering only sin.
He used to be an okay guy
With lots of caring friends
His brains and brawn
Were drawing cards
His wit seemed not to end
But slowly he's been losing it
And all who know him see
The person they once knew before
Has long since ceased to be.
He stays inside
He rarely leaves
Not answering door or phone
He drinks, he smokes
He thinks too much
It's sad he's so alone
Some see him as mean
I see him hurt
Tumbling faster down life's hill
Nothing helps
It will not change
And yet, we worry still
And he is
Wasting away
in his haze of unhappy fantasy
Passing the hours
Not knowing that they're gone
He keeps yearning for a past
He wishes could have been
Ignoring all the love he's got
Remembering only sin.
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I'm just a warm hearted country girl
In a cold hearted city life.
Up at six, get to work by eight,
Back on the road at five.
Shower, change, later a date,
Lucky to still be alive.
I'm just a warm hearted country girl
In a cold hearted city life.
Always lock the door,
have money for a cab,
Keep an eye out all around.
Home again when
the phone rings late.
It's probably the whispering clown.
Who could it be,
there hasn't been a clue
The same thing every time.
Some lonely sap
trying to get some kicks
A married guy without a dime.
I'm just a warm hearted country girl
In a cold hearted city life.
3 AM the door bell rings
I wonder who it is.
"Your friendly neighbourhood
garbage man,"
Is who he says he is.
I hope the locks hold on the door
If this guy is a beast.
Please not another with the dream
To get between my sheets.
I'm just a warm hearted country girl
In a cold hearted city life.
The rumour mill, no matter what,
They say what they think thrills.
The truth is of no consequence
Damn! It gives me chills.
I'm just a warm hearted country girl
In a cold hearted city life.
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