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“Forget-me-not” by LIVEALIE Stream Everywhere: Directed, Shot & Edited: Jake Kindred: @jakekindredfilm 1st Assistant Director, 2nd Cam: Zak Pinchin: @zakpinchinfilms Produced by: LIVEALIE: @livealiecult Jake Kindred: @jakekindredfilm Susie Barton: @susielbarton Written by: LIVEALIE: @livealiecult Jake Kindred: @jakekindredfilm Actor: Olly Roy: @ James Harrison: @jameswlh Assistant Camera: Marlijn Hegge: @marlijnhegge Alex Bray: @_alexbray Art Director: James Harrison: @jameswlh Behind The Scenes: Claire Hodgkins: @ Sarah Adams: @sarahadams_photo_ Locations: Birmingham Film Studio: @birminghamfilmstudio Places Spaces: @placesandspaces_uk Robannas Studios: @ Equipment Hire: Props Hire: InsaniTV: @insanitvvisuals Spaghetti Hire: @spaghettihire Robannas Studios: @ Music Written by: LIVEALIE: @livealiecult Music Produced by: Andrew Robles: @diaresta Post-Production: Nathan Smart: @nathansmartaudio // Smart Audio: Vocal Engineer: Chris Turner: @chrisoaa Justin Mitchell: @ Re-Amped, Mixed, Mastered: Buster Odeholm: @ // Odeholm Audio: STREAM Forget-Me-Not: Spotify: Apple: Amazon: Tidal: YouTube: FOLLOW LIVEALIE: Instagram: TikTok: @livealiecult Facebook: Twitter: Threads: @livealiecult Website: FOLLOW THE BAND: @jameswlh | @jordanleecorman | @diaresta | @ | - - Lyrics: Forget me, forget me not, I’m lost in a meadow, where all our memories go to rot. Forgive me, forgive me not No more a sinner than a saint, oh what a sorry... state. Raised up in the shadows where the light couldn’t reach Force fed the fruits of another belief. Tongue tied, by subtle lies These crossed eyes could never seem to walk along the dotted lines Was I just a martyr? A figure of speech? A loose end to your thread, that can’t mend the heart that you wear on your sleeve Oh, what a shame That I bare the mark of another’s hate. I was never to blame Left to wander alone for eternity. You don’t deserve to share the air I breathe I’m buried six feet deep. Screams don’t mean a thing. These wounds were cut too deep I was bleeding on your floor acting as if you’re worth dying for. It’s hard to find the good that's left in me. Your tears don’t mean a thing. It’s hard to find the good that's left in me. You’re not worth dying for. And as I walk through the valley of night I make a deal with the devil and take my own life. Dark omens, they follow me. Cursed by the sycamore tree. The roots beneath my feet, leach onto my soul like drawing blood from a stone. Oh, what a shame. That I bear the mark of another’s hate. You don’t deserve to share the air I breathe I’m buried six feet deep. Screams don’t mean a thing. These wounds were cut too deep I was bleeding on your floor acting as if you’re worth dying for. Forget me, forget me not, I’m lost in the meadow, where all our memories go to rot. Forgive me, forgive me not No more a sinner than a saint, oh what a sorry state Forget me, forget me not, I’m lost in the meadow, where all our memories go to rot. Forgive me, forgive me not No more a sinner than a saint, oh what a sorry state You don’t deserve to share the air I breathe I’m buried six feet deep. Screams don’t mean a thing. These wounds were cut too deep I was bleeding on your floor acting as if you’re worth dying for.
