LYRICS
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 (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh)
Maybe you're wired like that
That, that, that, that
A cold-blooded sociopath (Oh, oh-ooh)
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 (Ooh-ooh)
A cold-blooded sociopath
(Maybe you’re wired like that)
A cold-blooded sociopath
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