Lyrics

Husband don't know what he's done Kids don't know what's wrong with mom She can't say, they can't see Putting it down to another bad day Daddy don't know what he's done Kids don't know what's wrong with mom So this is how it feels to be lonely This is how it feels to be small This is how it feels when your word means nothing at all There's a funeral in the town Some guy from the top estate Seems they found him under a train And yet he had it all on a plate So this is how it feels to be lonely This is how it feels to be small This is how it feels when your word means nothing at all Husband don't know what he's done Kids don't know what's wrong with mom She can't say, they can't see Putting it down to another bad day So this is how it feels to be lonely (feels to be lonely) This is how it feels to be small (feels to be small) This is how it feels when your word means nothing at all So this is how it feels to be lonely (feels to be lonely) This is how it feels to be small (feels to be small) This is how it feels when your word means nothing at all
Writer(s): Clint Boon, Craig Gill, Thomas Hingley, Graham Lambert, Martyn Walsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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