Sociopath

How do you feel nothing When I feel it all I'm sick to my stomach And you don't even call me Why don't you feel guilty Your conscience should be filthy Do you even miss me at all Hands on my neck but you've got no regrets For the marks that you left Like your heart's pumping ice through your chest And I bet that you'll do it again Guess that's what I get For loving a sociopath Path path path path Maybe you're wired like that That that that that A cold-blooded sociopath Got an empty expression With blood on your hands Blood on your hands You should feel something But maybe you can't Some kind of madness Your empathy's lacking And I don't know how the fuck this could've happened Hands on my neck but you've got no regrets For the marks that you left Like your heart's pumping ice through your chest And I bet that you'll do it again Guess that's what I get For loving a sociopath Path path path path Maybe you're wired like that That that that that A cold-blooded sociopath A cold-blooded sociopath Cold-blooded cold-blooded A cold-blooded sociopath Broke me in half You just laughed Left me crying on the floor Well I guess it's what I get For loving a sociopath Path path path path Maybe you're wired like that That that that that A cold-blooded sociopath A cold-blooded sociopath Maybe you're wired like that A cold-blooded sociopath