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- Forced into the unthinkable
  Lives are on the line
  Somehow I have to take yours
  Because I will not give up mine
  
  I am the girl on fire
  My soul ingulfed in hate
  They reaped the only thing I loved
  Now I am a player in these games
 
   Underestimate me
  That's what everyone has done
  Except the boy with the bread
  Cus my starcrossed lover and I have won

- Our only chance at hope defied them
  So the games drag on
  But these tributes have their own agenda
  I am nothing but their pawn
 
  Those blue eyes, his steady arms
  No one denies his love 
  And though it is a hunger I cannot tame 
  It's more than I'm capable
 
  I've almost accepted the end
  But then I see it there
  A weak spot, the chink in the armor
  I release my arrow into the air
 
 -I should be dead
  It would be better if I was
  But now I am the Mockingjay
  The title fits me like a glove
 
  I'm what the rebels need
  It's the only way to end the war
  Besides, I have to get him back
  For him, I ache down to my core
  
  I have lost what they once reaped
  Inside there's nothing left
  So for her, I finish this
  That symbolic arrow finds Coin's chest

-They play there in the meadow
  The mass grave for my people, not revealed
  But we live on to make their lives count
  And my love for him is REAL
 
  Although the nightmares show their faces
  This world is not how its been
  My dandelion that has shown me hope
  What I need...is him
  
  Soon they will ask questions
  I don't know what I'll say
  To explain to my children
  There are worst games you could play...

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