Perhaps we're simply always
going to run 'round in circles.
We become friends and then
'It' happens and we aren't friends.
What keeps drawing us back
to each other each time?
Third time's a charm, perhaps?
This could not have happened
without a specific reason.
Harsh patience will restrain me,
while I wait for you once more.
Dull pain will be my reminder,
and your smile will be my chain.
I'll be like a cursed princess,
in my tower, waiting always.