A symphony of speechless voices poisoning your perception  What does it mean to hold onto something that you love?  These are answers to a question i've never asked  And i'm living in you're photographs  Their so blurry, as if printed on the paper with which you wipe your tears  Wipe away your tears  We are all, victims of something or someone  We can't ignore the things we hate for it is what defines us  We are all prisoners in our own cages  Nows the time.. to be yourself.  You can spend forever creating you defenses  Only to find out its the reason that you fall  You told me you loved me, but whats so wrong with being real?  A few empty words that make my world go 'round  And i'm falling in your eyes just like searching through the dark  We never know where we're going but we know that we'll get there..  Someday, somehow..  We are all, victims of something or someone  We can't ignore the things we hate for it is what defines us  We are all prisoners in our own cages  Nows the time.. to be yourself.