He's Over There

He's over there, the love of my life.
He's over there, the boy of my dreams.
He's over there, right there.

He's over there, the boy I love is right next to me.
He's over there, I can see him.
He's over there right there.

He's over there, with another girl.
He's over there, kissing the girl.
He's over there, right there.

He's over there, enjoying it.
He's over there, he loves her and not me.
He's over there, right there.

He's over there, and I grab the knife.
He's over there, and I'm walking towards them.
He's over there, right there.

He's over there, and I'm getting closer.
He's over there, and I'm right next to him.
He's over there, right there.

He's right here, he stopped kissing her.
He's right here, he noticed me.
He's right here, he's wishing he wasn't.

He's right here, and the girl has gone.
He's right here, he has seen the bloody knife in my hand.
He's right here, right here.

He's trying to run away, but I'm stopping him.

He falls to the ground and mourns over the dead body of his former lover.

He looks at me and asks "What have you done?"

He looks at me and runs away.

He has found a new girl.

So that's who I'm going to kill next.

He's over there, the love of my life.
He's over there, the boy of my dreams.
He's over there, right there.