Without

As I sit alone in my own little world, All I can think about is what I am without, Without a cigarette I chew on my nails, Without my guitar I hum a beat to myself, Without my tourniquet I shake and quiver, Without the old feeling I am truly empty inside, Seconds, minutes, and hours go by, How I wish my past were a lie, I usually give reasonable doubt, So I can find what I am without, Without my scars I look somewhat normal, Without my Pantera shirt those scars can be seen, Without human contact I feel somewhat better, Without any contact at all I have only myself to talk to, I can't stand to look in the mirror anymore, My emotions are closed off like that of a door, Nothing new at all but the same old shit, I think I'll feel better if I take a hit.