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 got no regrets For the marks that you left Like your heart's bumping nice through your chest And I bet that you'll do it again Guess that's what I get for loving a sociopath Bad, bad, bad, bad Maybe you are, you're like that Bad, bad, bad, bad 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've happened Hands on my neck, but you got no regrets For the marks that you left Like your heart's bumping nice through your chest And I bet that you'll do it again Guess that's what I get for loving a sociopath Bad, bad, bad, bad Maybe you are, you're like that Bad, bad, bad, bad A cold-blooded sociopath A cold-blooded sociopath A cold-blooded sociopath Cut me in half, you just left Left me crying on the floor Well, I guess that's what I get For loving a sociopath Bad, bad, bad, bad Maybe you are, you're like that Bad, bad, bad, bad A cold-blooded sociopath A cold-blooded sociopath Maybe you are, you're like that A cold-blooded sociopath