Sociopath - Olivia O'Brien

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

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 have 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