(None of this is my writing. I just blended.) Live Like We're Dying by Kris Allen
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
Sometimes we fall down, can't get back up
Every time I lift my leg from the water, the pain rebounds so intensely I have to slide it back in.
We're hiding behind skin that's too tough
This is upsetting me and I don't want to cry. When they televise the replay of the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of my tears, and I'll be marked as an easy target.
How come we don't say I love you enough?
"Katniss remember I -" he says and they yank us apart.
Till it's too late, it's not too late
"I just want you to come home. You will try, won't you? Really, really try?" asks
Prim.
Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come
But the money ran out and we were slowly starving to death. There's no other way to put it.
But we can make a feast from these crumbs.
Gale and I divide our spoils, leaving two fish, a couple of loaves of good bread, greens, a quart of strawberries, salt, paraffin, and a bit of money for each.
We're all staring down the barrel of a gun
The word tribute is pretty much synonymous with the word corpse.
So if your life flashed before you
As my last act of defiance, I will stare her down as long as I can see, which will probably not be an extended period of time, but I will stare her down, I will not cry out, I will die, in my own small way, undefeated.
What would you wish you would have done?
"I can't go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to . . . to show the Capitol that they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games."
We gotta start looking at the hands of the time we've been given
"Sixty seconds to take in the ring of tributes all equidistant from the Cornucopia.
If this is all we got then we gotta start thinking
I try to prepare for the next hour. The time allotted for the tributes to say good-bye to their loved ones.
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
"One." Maybe I'm wrong. "Two." Maybe they don't care if we both die. "Three!"
Gotta live like we're dying
"District Twelve. Where you can starve to death in safety," I mutter.
We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or to throw it all away
"Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it," says Gale.
Gotta tell them that we love them while we got the chance to say
At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.
Gotta live like we're dying
We have to joke about it because the alternative is to be scared out of your wits.
And if your plane fell out of the skies
We have to be standing in the square at two o'clock waiting for the names to be called out
Who would you call with your last goodbyes?
Through the crowd, I spot Gale looking back at me with a ghost of a smile.
Should be so careful who we let out of our lives
She just has time to reach her hands through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body.
So when we long for absolution, there'll be no one on the line
Peeta may end up losing his leg - but when I weigh this against him losing his life, what alternative do I have?
We gotta start looking at the hands of the time we've been given
Gale and I both agree that if we had to choose between dying of hunger and a bullet to the head, the bullet would be much quicker.
If this is all we got then we gotta start thinking
Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smoothes the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice. And it's not me. It's Primrose Everdeen.
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
Tomorrow at dawn, we will be roused and prepared for the arena
Gotta live like we're dying
"Stay alive," says Haymitch.
We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or to throw it all away
This day has been endless. Could Gale and I have been eating blackberries only this morning?
Gotta tell them that we love them while we got the chance to say
"Remember this. I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you."
Gotta live like we're dying
We both know they have to have a victor.