What if she didn't go?
I wonder if she'll ever know,
What I was feeling that day.
When I thought she was walking away
From me, our mother, her life
"Primrose Everdeen" they called
Something in my stomach flipped and crawled
I walk up to the stage and hear her scream
She's volunteering, tears falling down like a stream
Now she's famous.
But the camera's don't capture
The pain that the Hunger Games
Put into her when she was set in a rapture
It was my fault.
My fault her life went to a halt,
She probably would've never went if it wasn't for me.
Can't you see?
I told her my theory once
She said that the games were good, a bunce. (A Bunce is something that happened quickly that brought fortune)
If this is what the games were,
Why do I sometimes find her crying on the floor?
She is dying inside
Trying to keep it in, trying not to act upset
Living her life with regret.
I guess we'll never know what would've happened if she never went.
This is our lives, this is how it was meant to be spent.
