How does it feel not to feel? What's it like to not be real? (To not 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