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May 2016
"   Oh no, I think I recognize this song...
Oh no, I think I know just what is wrong.

    Wake me up when the sad part ends...
Wake me up when the hard part is over.   "

    That girl you thought you knew is dead and gone.
    She is now a zombie in transition, sealed in by all her wrongs.
    The price you pay to lose and to follow the rules.
    Has now stripped away the mask she hides behind.

Don’t wake me up till its over, Don’t wake me up till it ends.
I can already foresee this story’s ending.
My cup is empty, I have no more sympathy.
Stop trying to save me, when I am already numb.

    An empty mind, once clouded by rage, has been erased.
    Every passing day, cuts another one of her ties.
    Will soon free her from this provoked life.
    Emotionless, eases her forgotten fears.
    Free from all the pain, that once brought her down in tears.

Don’t wake me up, Don’t wake me up till its over.
Don’t wake me, Don’t wake me up till it ends.
My gas tanks on E, I’m left with no speed.
All the fight within me, has finally left me empty.
Now I am just waiting.

    Her end is soon to be near.
    For she held all she could bare.
    All of which contributed to her collapse.
    Revealed that all she had to do was snap.

So don’t wake me, don’t wake me up....
Wait till it’s over....finally over...wait till the ending.
Then I won't care if you wake me.

    Her mind may be empty when she is a wake.
    Yet when she closes her eyes and is able to sleep.
    Through the darkness, she finds enough light to dream.
    She dreams of life and death as images invade her head.
    Let “Sleeping Beauty” rest.
Amber Lynn Cosentino
Written by
Amber Lynn Cosentino  Buffalo
(Buffalo)   
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