Let It Last - Joan Armatrading

I got used to feeling lonely

My spirit always down

The grass was getting greener

But my winter was coming round

I was in a crowd and frightened

Talking to myself

A promise that was empty

I chased it round and round

I was fighting back the anger

I defied the winning smile

I had trouble

I had plenty

Seems I was getting up

To get kicked down

I got no use for you if you’re only

Only out to treat me unkind

Hold on to this promise

Tread me good and I’ll treat you right

Let it last forever

Until we die

Until we die