One day I'll be able to sit around a campfire,
And not think about your face and name.
Even though our time did expire,
I still don't know who to blame.
Do I blame myself for not having sex with you?
Should I have just done it and been done?
Or do I blame you for wanting me to?
Just so you could have your fun.
I felt so lost.
You promised me eternity.
With just one cost.
My virginity.
I gave you love, laughs, joy- all you could want.
But you had to bluff.
And put up a front.
I just wasn't enough.
So through my debate.
I blame you.
My dislike for you is so great.
You have no clue!
