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
