Will-o'-the-Wisp
After stabbing me in the back
And trying your best to remove all that I am on the inside
All that made me who I am
Carving me to smile as if nothing is wrong
Just so you can put me on display and show me off,
The fire you lit inside me is burning up.
So before I let myself rot away
I will stand up and refuse to be your jack-o-lantern