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