Patra (Petra) - Saint Vitus

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