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, 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 left 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