How to kill a butterfly, let love die

Where do the butterflies go
when the winter comes
probably from the same place
from which these words flow

do their gossamer wings fade
to black
when a new love is made
and lost, never to come back

do they suffer
do they hurt
in this heart's war, hovering in the buffer
dying in the dirt

i do not want to cause their pain
tho they have caused
much in their day
and forced me not to pause

the butterflies led me through
and now how i repay
is kill them when i see you
right now, this day

but im not going to fight for them
i won't save them
because i won't save you
i can't