Make a sound (Doillon Lou)

Oh I am weary, Oh I am torn And I try to smile, And I swallow the thorns, Ooo I am acid And broken down, And I try to pretend I'm fine, on my own, on my own, on my own... How many times, Can you stumble to the ground And get back up? No, don't you bother I'm fine Oh the lights you adore, They're burning me down, And as hard as I try, I can't hold your hand, hold your hand, hold your hand... Cause the chips on my shoulders, They're dragging me down, Like leaded wings They keep me shackled to the ground, And as hard as I try, They don't lift me that high So I'll hide at the bottom, And I'll rest for a while, for a while Oh I am tired and blue, And I can't pretend, I can't pretend, It's because of you Oh the arrows they blow, They’re striking me down And as hard as I try, I can't make a sound, make a sound, make a sound I can't make a sound, make a sound, make a sound No I can't make a sound, make a sound, make a sound I can't make a sound, make a sound, make a sound…