Tink and the SHINee Lost Boys [extra special]"I'm proud of you guys. Don't give up yet. We still have a couple more schedules before the day's over," Onew told the group, patting each member on the back as they headed towards their car."Ughh, I'm so frickin' tired," Key whined, waving a hand as he climbed in and leaned the car chair back."Wait until we all get in," Jonghyun told diva Key, poking at the back of his head and earning a glare from having the puppy even think about touching his hair. Nonetheless, the diva pulled the chair back up so that everyone could safely get inside."What do we have left?" Minho asked."One live performance and an interview," Onew replied.Taemin
Fooled Me Once, Fooled Me TwiceYou fooled me once, you fooled me twice.Now all I have is an empty abyss. Where do I go from here, when all I want to do is hide?I miss the happy days...Sunshine and rainbow and bliss.Perfection at its finest.Weren't we happy?Weren't we always happy?You fooled me once, you fooled me twice.But don't worry, I'll be fine.One day, this dark abyss will blossominto the brightest star once more. My smile will be the most killer oneanyone will ever see.But, until then, let my rivers flow.Let my heart ache.And please, in the end, let my confusion ease...For you have fooled me once, and twice,and now I'm on empty.
Snipped MarionetteCold. Empty. Broken.Just a marionette freshly snipped away from her strings.What's this? Doesn't the sky have any sympathy to spare?Each chilling drop all but absorbs through her flesh. The torn, filthy clothes cry, "No more! I cannot take in any more water! Please don't make me appear to be so dense, so obese; a boulder. Any more weight, and my owner may be crushed."No sympathy.Though she begs for warmth, all received is the feeble, dropping body heat her fetal position possesses.Abandoned.Her heart is far too gone.Everything, numb.
SeparatedThis wasn't where he wanted to be. Tears never used to leak down his face, until now. The faucet inside of him currently didn't want to stop. He could never feel them, but he knew they were there. He wanted to scream, he truly did... but somehow, whenever he tried, the tortured voice would get caught in his throat. Nothing but a squeak like a mouse hiding from a cat. Things weren't supposed to end this way. She wasn't supposed to look like that. Her face was simply blank. Lifeless, some may say. He wanted to shake her awake, even tell her to get a hold of herself. She would never be able to listen. The poor man wanted to scream his tortured