Ugly Story PhemieC

[Verse 1]
I'm a prince and I live in a ship and I aim my rifle and I shoot from the hip
And I have a friend I pity, quite a bit
She said, “Grab your gun, let’s have some fun, share with me your perigees
I have responsibilities, I cannot run

“I do not wish the death of any living thing
I might be a killer but one day I shall be queen
And put an end to slaughter, but until then I’m keen
On staking clam to land and sea and everyfin between”

I played a game with eleven fools who told me not to break the rules
But when have angels ever helped me yet?
And magic isn’t real and anyway it doesn’t matter
'Cause no matter what I conjure it could not help me deflect

The angry death of every hopeful thought
That I might be a lover or a fighter that I’m not
In someone's spider web, or net I could be caught
But I’m too bitter, better off alone, guess I forgot

[Chorus]
So what do you want me to say? Sorry?
Should I apologize when you ignore me?
I didn’t ask to be right or to be lonely
Or to be hatched into an ugly story