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

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