Back To The Arena - The Cato/Clove version of Back To December!

For ihartsnickers parody contest!

~ Sarah :)

Chapter 1

Why do we have to write titles? I hate titles! Titles should go jump off a cliff, never to be seen again.

Cato singing to Clove, as usual :)
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I'm so glad you came over to see me.
Marvel's hurt, Glimmer's being bratty...
I haven't seen you in a while.

Hope you've been fine, training and sweating
All I been doing is sitting here regretting
Because your guard is up and I know why.
Because the last time you saw me
Was the last thing you ever saw.
You gave me love and I left you there to die.

So this is me swallowing my guilt
Standing in front of you saying
"I'm sorry for that feast,"
And I go back to the arena all the time.

It turns out heaven ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing that I had got there in time.
I'd go back to the arena, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to the arena all the time.

These days, I haven't been sleeping,
Staying up late playing back your screaming,
When your life passed by and I didn't come.
I think about home, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the other side
Realized I loved you when you were gone.

The the Games came, the Dark Days, when fear crept into my mind.
You gave me all your love and I left you there to die.

So this is me swallowing my guilt
Standing in front of you saying
"I'm sorry for that feast,"
And I go back to the arena all the time.

It turns out heaven ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing that I had got there in time.
I'd go back to the arena, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to the arena all the time.

I miss your dark hair, your blue eyes,
You were so good to me, so nice
And how I held you in my arms that cold arena night
The first time I ever saw you cry.

So maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably just mindless dreaming,
But if I could go back, I swear I'd get there in time.

I'd go back in time and change it but I can't.
So if you don't love me anymore, I understand.


So this is me swallowing my guilt
Standing in front of you saying
"I'm sorry for that feast,"
And I go back to the arena all the time.

It turns out heaven ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing that I had got there in time.
I'd go back to the arena, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to the arena all the time.

I go back to the arena,
All the time.


~ Cato
Dedicated To Clove

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