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
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 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
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 A cold blooded sociopath
 (Maybe you're wired like that)
 A cold blooded sociopath