Wrecked

I'm part of a problem thats out of my own fucking handsI'm shipwrecked in a city that grows colder by the secondwhen this air I breathe is so undesirableopen my skin and paint me across these wallsI'm meat to the wolvesand I've never felt so fucking warm I'm burning uptell me what did you expect?in a matter of speaking, its a cold fucking worldand I can see me going nowhereits a cold fucking worldand I can't feel anythingI can't feelwhy should I love? when romance is fabricatedwhy should I trust? when friendship is unrequitedwhy should I give a fuck?we're all numb sedated ghosts without a hopeborn fucking dead, rid me from this mindless , heartless helland I can't feel anything, I can't feel FUCK