Lone.

"Now recently deceased to the thought of commitment.
Only taking what I feel that I need for the moment.
In my life, there's no one else, it's an escape made for myself.
It's my own little personal hell, that I seek help in.
When I go to sleep alone, I'm satisfied for about eight hours.
Waking up with thoughts that have the ability, to devour, my day.
Call me wrenched, call me vile, call me pathetic, but you're still nothing, to me.
Whatever you want to think, I wouldn't dare reciprocate, because you'll never be in my thoughts.
It's just the same, it's another day, I'm just another phone call away.
We all have a fix, we all bathe in it."