he's vanished again,
and the next morning,
he looks the same,
he smells the same,
and his lies are the same,
when he says,
a couple drinks can't hurt him,
and i made,
those lipstick stains on his neck,
and i finally realize i've been lied to,
and i've been such a fool,
but he denies,
and denies,
and insists i'm crazy,
because in the end,
i'm just another one of his worthless flings,
and yoongi doesn't even need me.