He's gone.
The baker's son that took a beating to save my life;
The blonde headed boy who stood by my side;
The man who was to be my husband, and I his wife;
The Peeta who loved me, even after I lied.
He's gone.
The lad that was reaped as a teen;
The merchant that was sweet and strong;
The popular one, who was seen as a stud;
He lost his leg after my attempt at treatment went wrong.
He's gone.
He went to the arena twice;
Both times, he looked death in the face;
He was prepared to be a sacrifice;
He was my rock in that terrible place.
He's gone.
The guy that I was so scared to lose;
And when I did, I died inside;
I had some hope until he gave me a bruise;
Now I'd give anything for the Peeta in his prime.
He's gone.
I want him back;
I don't want to be alone.
They took him, decided to hurt him, hijack;
Make him serve the man with the roses and throne.
