Bonita and Bill Butler

I've put it all behind me Nothing left to do or doubt Some may say But every silver lining always seems to have a cloud That comes my way Anticipated pleasure or unexpected pain No choice I fear And love is hard to measure hidden in the rain That's why you'll find me here all alone and still wondering why Waiting inside for the cold to get colder And here where it's clear that I've wasted my time Hoping to fly 'cause it's almost over now People come together, people go their own way Love conquers few And I'll do whatever, I'll say what I need to say Just not for you How many days should I smile with a frown? 'Cause you're not around with the sun on your shoulders And how many nights must I wake up alone? And know in my soul that it's almost over now Our love is like a paper airplane flying in the folded wind Riding high, dipping low And innocence is fair game, I'm hoping I can hold it in Our love will die, I know