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.