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