No One Here - The 88

Composed by：Keith Slettedahl

Throw away the paper and throw away the mail

Be bad if you wanna but be prepared to fail

And all the expectations I will never meet

Take you to the point of never believing

And you're tired of me

Still nobody knows it something I can't be my love

And there's no one here who loves you like I do

Thank god this much is true

Thank god this much is true

And there's no one here who knows just how I feel

Thank god this much is real

Thank god this much is real

And broken down

Put it all behind you where you cannot see

And if you're growing older don't forget me

Cause I will disappoint you just because I can

And I will bring you back

To all that you say when you would call me friend

And every time I show you how this is gonna end my love

And there's no one here who loves you like I do

Thank god this much is true

Thank god this much is true

And there's no one here who knows just how I feel

Thank god this much is real

Thank god this much is real

And broken down