Patra (petra)

When they told me you
were leaving
i began to feel sick inside
because i never,never
got to tell you
what im 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 ive 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