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 [bad word] 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.