Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cleve September
Cleve September
Lead Vocals
Jamie Chatterton
Jamie Chatterton
Lead Vocals
Jordan Benjamin
Jordan Benjamin
Lead Vocals
The Little Big Things
The Little Big Things
Performer
Original West End Company of The Little Big Things Company
Original West End Company of The Little Big Things Company
Lead Vocals
Matt Isaac
Matt Isaac
Guitar
Kobi Pham
Kobi Pham
Guitar
Joe Evans
Joe Evans
Drums
Matthew Brind
Matthew Brind
Piano
Laura Bangay
Laura Bangay
Piano
Catherine Benson
Catherine Benson
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Butcher
Nick Butcher
Composer
Tom Ling
Tom Ling
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Butcher
Nick Butcher
Producer
Matthew Brind
Matthew Brind
Producer
Sam Featherstone
Sam Featherstone
Producer

Songtexte

Run away again
Cause you’re scared of the truth
That part of this mess
Is down to you
 
What?
What did you just say?
           
Is it your guilty conscience
Weighing you down?
Or is the chip on your shoulder
Why you’re never around?
Excuse me?
 
You’re the experts at leaving imminently
Forgetting family comes with responsibility
When we need you the most
When we need you here
You’re fucking magicians cause you disappear
Are you embarrassed of us?
Are we not part of the plan?
Try and help me out
Cause I don’t understand
You keep us out of sight
And out of your mind
Well I’m not letting you get away this time
I know nobody’s perfect
But I’m struggling
When you’re not at home
We’re brothers
I can’t do this alone
And I
I know I’m not perfect
But you keep doing things
I can’t defend
And I’m done playing pretend
 
You don’t get my sympathy
I’m tired of biting my tongue
Wish it could be like it used to be
No, you don’t get my sympathy
  
I’m building a career. He’s pissing about playing rugby
I’m trying everyday
Stop passing the blame
How can we be the same
Now everything's changed?
Typical Tom
Always avoiding the truth
I guess you never fucking noticed
That I’m struggling too?
We’ve all sacrificed
I’m grieving more than you know
Don’t be calling me out
Cause I don’t put on a show
You weren’t there on the beach, Dom
You’ll never see
How every day I just wish it was me
You don’t get my sympathy
I’m tired of biting my tongue
Wish it could be like it used to be
You don’t get my sympathy
We’re living a lie
Pretending we’re fine
It’s taking everything from me
No, you don’t get my sympathy
Everyday’s a fight and I’m done keeping score
I don’t wanna bear the weight of us no more
Can I get a break that's all I’m asking for?
No
No
I’m losing sympathy
I’m tired of biting my tongue
I’m not perfect
I wish it could be like it used to be
Can we go back?
Can we go back to before?
No, you don't get my sympathy
Written by: Nick Butcher, Tom Ling
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