does it matter?

does it matter anymore?
does it make any sence
fighting for all that's around,
keeping my feet on the ground,
staying alive,feeling real,
fighting for these wounds to heal?
when the world is so damn dead,
the innocence is gone for long,
does it make sence to feel strong?
we're floating,we have no purpose,
can't do the things that we propose.
we're falling-every day's the same
and we're to blame,and we're to blame...

does it make sence any more?
should i lock the last open door?