Here he comes

In a bubble like a fish
Not a sound to my ears
Not a person to be seen
Not a friend does seem real

"Here he comes"
You heard them say it
"Doing his thing"
You watched him do it
Every time I hear a laugh
I feel poison down my spine

Feel their words through my skin
Feel their knives up my brain

"Here he comes" like a creep
"Here he comes" we're tired of him



Credits
Writer(s): Andrea Leandro Suanno
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