Who Will Be Next?

You all kicked the horse,

out from under me.

So I hung there,

by every word you see.

I took the name calling,

I let that slip by.

Pictures of my falling,

you said that it was I.

You knew it wasn't me,

knew that I was framed.

You couldn't let it be,

saying I was to blame.

So now that I'm gone,

who will be next?

Who will wear the noose,

you place around their necks?

You bullies don't know fully,

thinking it all fun and games.

But some go past those limits,

when they die in your flames.

What if it were you,

instead of innocent me?

Would you think it through,

about what would set you free?

So now that I'm gone,

who will be next?

Who will wear the noose,

you place around their necks?