We almost let it go

Illusions of control

The mask of restraint

Whatever you believe

I'm not your enemy

But I'm not a saint



And I've been patient

But I'm not waiting

For you to come around to me



We talk at record speed

No thought too small or weak

'Till all we hear is noise

With each and every word

We're shouting to be heard

No wonder I lose my voice



And I've been patient

But I'm not waiting

For you to come around

And lay your armor down

I've been patient

But I'm not waiting 

For you to come around to me