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.