Psychopaths - Ayelle

Lyrics by：Amanda Lundstedt

Composed by：Jock Nowell-Usticke

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