The day was long, full of me staring at you, not knowing what was going on in class.
You looked at me.
Like two times.
It made me feel good.
I was a home, lonely as ever, i wanted to leave, go out somewhere.
My parents are fighting again, its a daily thing now.
I walk out of the house, my parent didn't even notice, but, thats daily too.
Im used to not being noticed.
I go out to the area I always do, the cliff.
I always go and sit at the end of it, think of what would happen if i just fell one day, or what would happen if my parents stopped fighting, what if Yoongi was never in my life, but that doesn't matter, because...
He's there, he's at the cliff.
I still sit next to you, I know you are annoyed, I know you don't want me here, but little does he know I don't want to either.
