Sweet words were of nothing whispered
Behind those closed doors made of fear
Scared to fall in love, scared to show we feel
Soon I was called to death , so he followed close behind
Born for this is what we are
Entertainment is what we become
Dressed for my funeral, for I may become a corpse
He still thinks I am pretty, he still thinks I am the same
When asked I do not mention him
Nor does he ever utter my name
Ours is a secret we carry to the grave
The count goes down, the siren sounds
We move so swift and free
I trust in him so greatly
Until he has to betray me
Head bashed in I scream his name
My cannon aimed up high
In my heart and in his, we beg the question why
In his arms I am dying
" Stay with me" I hear him say
Another life was lost, for District 2 that day