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
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
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Writer(s): Carly Paige, Olivia O Brien, Trevor Brown, William Zaire Simmons
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