The boy with the bread.

I’m the boy with the bread

The Girl on Fire would have been dead

If it wasn’t for me

With my burnt loaves of bread.

They were meant for the pigs

But the feeling of love digs

Deep in my heart

So much so that I never want to part.

When my name was called and yours too

I knew the Capitol would want me to kill you

But I didn’t want to lose you this soon

It had only just turned noon.

I remember the day

It seems so far away

If I hadn’t of given you the bread.

You would have been dead

I’m the boy with the bread.