Patra

When they told me you were leavingI began to feel sick insideBecause I never, never got to tell youWhat I'm feeling inside my mindIn my nightmares caused by anguishI can see you run awayIn the daylight, I am huntingOnly to lose your last traceI still feel your presence alwaysAnd I've fallen over the lineI am hurting as I wanderWhat it would be like if you were mineIf you were mineIf you were mine