i read you
Summary: All your life, you've been perfectly happy with labels. The one day, you're not. Peeta centric
the boy with the bread,
the boy on fire,
the sweet-talking savior.
all your life
you've been perfectly happy
with these labels
then one day,
you're not.
you begin to wonder
who you could've been...
free of all the scars
(inside and out)
perfectly stable
(oh, the bubbly memories)
still the perfect boy you once were
too late...
because now, you're...
a murderer,
insane,
scarred,
damaged,
(unhappy).
face it, accept it, embrace it
because you've got her
and that makes it all better
(right?)
you're perfectly fine with who you are
(right?)
and you absolutely love your life
(right?!)
why won't you say right?