  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.
