How's it feel not to feel
What's it like to not be real
To no be real
Why so sad, why feel bad
What's the point if nothing's real
If nothing's real

I remind myself that you are
Just a figment of
What my mind makes up
I remind myself that you are
Just a product of
What your mind made up

Maybe psychopaths are happier
'Cause they don't love like us
'Cause they don't love like us
They never hurt like us

Maybe psychopaths are happier
'Cause they don't love like us
'Cause they don't love like us
They never hurt like us

What's the day, what's the time
Why's it matter when we lie
When we lie
How to say, not to see
We can't ever let things be
Let things be

I remind myself that you are
Just a figment of
What my mind makes up
I remind myself that you are
Just a product of
What your mind made up

Maybe psychopaths are happier
'Cause they don't love like us
'Cause they don't love like us
They never hurt like us

Maybe psychopaths are happier
'Cause they don't love like us
'Cause they don't love like us
They never hurt like us

Maybe psychopaths are happier
'Cause they don't love like us
'Cause they don't love like us
They never hurt like us