According to your brother
I am a closed, lost case
But I’m not always miserable, I just
try to shut my heart when I’m upset and
close my eyes as well

I wonder if your angels have been the ones dropping me over,
and over again
what if your god isn’t watching over me anymore

Remember when we left our despair
underneath that grey sky of December
I have a bad memory, I think I also left my joy there

Sometimes I wonder if you even fear anything