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No empathy he has He says no, not for anyone but me Oh, so empty, his blank black eyes His blank black eyes, they cannot see Any tender human real skin Only dots, tiny dots on a TV screen For that is psychopathic logic All alone, keeping his hands clean "She had it coming to her." My psycho, he says that all the time "The hell I give her, it is better." She doesn't even know that she is mine Other lives to him, they are worth nothing They are just puppets, puppets in a lens Hе gets off on all of her suffering Hе is just jealous (jealous) and he is jealous (jealous) of her friends Scared, hiding, he can't help it That's the truth, he said he'd kill again He shared his findings that is psychopathic logic He sold his trophies, he sold them to her friends Ownership, to him, is central To own the girl, to win her world In truth, he's so scared of her He can't love her, that is sure For love is a loving topic A feeling human to the core Define his psychopathic logic He can't feel it from his point of view As the ghost on the floor For love is a loving topic A feeling human to the core Define his psychopathic logic He can't feel it from his point of view As the ghost on the floor