Tell Me What To Do by SHINee

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It's funny. Don't you think?

It's a simple hallway. It's just closed door, not even locked. It's nothing complicated.

It shouldn't be complicated.

But I don't know what to do. I want you to tell me what to do. What do I need to do to fix this? To fix us?

I can barely recognize you sometimes. And with a fraction of those times I wonder... if you can also see me the way that I appear to you before. The way I feel for you before. The way we're supposed to be before you look like you gave up on many things. Including us.

I've always thought time was a fickle thing, that it was the most fickle thing in the world and not people. Not us. Not you.

But we're influenced by it and with that, it loosened the hand that once gripped tight on mine. With that came the lines on your forehead instead of the dimples near your heart shaped lips. With that came the silent screams I never hear but always imagine to be calling for me.

I want to go to you first. I want to talk to you first. I want to hug you first.

Too many things I want to do firsthand yet I'm still standing meters apart from you. Seconds apart from your hidden tears. Days apart from you because I never seem to know what to ask you. What to plead you.

"Tell me what to do."

I asked you. I scream at you. I begged you.

Tell me what to do. Tell me what to do to fix this. Tell me what to do before I lose you.

I know you want me to know. You want me to listen. You want to tell me.

But you don't.

You don't ever say the things that really matter. You don't say what should really be said because all you give are words you have used before. Words that I've gotten used to. But still I want you to tell me the truth.

The truth that those hurtful words said on that day, the same day as every other days we fight, were the ones that dug a deep scar. It was supposed to be the same like before. How we argue and shout and fight as if the world will end if we lost our voices. And it was stupid. I was a fool.