Saint Vitus - Patra (petra)

When they told me you
were leaving
I began to feel sick inside
Because I never,never
got to tell you
What I'm feeling inside
my mind
In my nightmares caused
by anguish
I can see you run away
In the daylight,I am hunting
Only to lose your last trace
I still feel your presence always
And I've fallen over the line
I am hurting as I wonder
What it would be like if you
were mine
If you were mine
If you were mine