When infatuation fades away,
fast-beating hearts do slow.
That's when real  true love starts,
loves not easy didn't you know?
It takes work and it takes commitment,
to keep that love alive.
So to throw away four years of love,
For fleeting butterfly's?
Regret will surely envelop you,
when you realize what you've done.
When butterflies as always fade,
and things you've lost are gone.  
There will be no coming back,
You can sit in your regret.
I will not be looking back,
Your name and face I will forget.
I won't accept false apologies
No more "let's try one more times."
You threw away what it was we had,
You chose the butterfly's.