The note
Between your lips you mumble lies
To me, though, its no suprise
When you write me notes, filled with scorn
I often wonder where those feelings were born
I really dont know what I did wrong
Not enough for you to say I dont belong
To say everyone hates me, in many ways
To say my friend hates me, and to go away
Between your lips you mumble lies
The words you say I really despise
You yell at me, in the hall or on the phone
Tell your friends not to talk to me
Leaving me to sit all alone
Well, guess what?!
I dont care, its easy to pretend that your not there
It doesnt bother me, you immaturity
What bothers me is
How you blame me for your insecurity
Between your lips, all you can mumble is lies
Your completely oblivious
To your own disguise
You dont seem to realize Gods love for you
How Jesus died on the cross, you cant construe
So you turn to something false
higher than you are
Then you blame me for your religious troubles
To me this is completely bizarre
Between your lips, you mumbles lies about me
Words crashing, like falling debris
Who is what and why and how
We dont agree
Its like your hatred
Is growing on a tree
And still, you dont see
That I dont like you either.
Naomi S.J. || 2:08 PM