B.P.M.

(Chorus)
My head is spinning like a record
It just won't quit
And it just won't quit
She's in my head and I can't make sense of it

(Verse 1)
The wounds are all still fresh
It's probably all my fault
But I can't think about it
It's like pouring on the salt

(Prechorus)
No one ever teaches you what love
is suposed to be
People aren't always
What they pretend to be

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Between the truth and lies
It's hard to make it clear
But this vacancy in my heart
And she makes the hole disappear

(Prechorus)

(Chorus)x2

(Prechorus2)
You can make believe and try to
Fake thru what you feel