Patra (saint vitus cover)

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.