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