Scared, burning all alone.

"You all claim to love me.
But at this point it's plain to see I serve no purpose
And that I am better off dead.
They speak in their own twisted tongues with lyrics and foes.
But I won't stand to see this one more day.
No I'm running away.
I can stand it no more.
And when I'm gone oh, who could care.
I'm missing in soul ,as missing in purpose.
I cannot claim to be your better half when I am not half of it at all.
I can see the vein in my hand clambering away.
Born a supreme scorpion dying a rushed out fiend.
The tornado is dead in it's sunlight.

The fresh supremest is reborn on his territory rephrase your lyrics bound by tongue.
Piercing like the plights of golden ages. Hear me out . "