Rock And Roll Princess

I dated somebody once who fancied herself a psychic. She foresaw a song I'd write in the far future called Rock And Roll Princess, about my guitar. To her dismay, she forgot to foresee that I'd no longer be with her in the then relatively near future, and that the song isn't about a guitar at all. 

And so, dear princess

I wonder how you're doing

Dear old princess

Left behind in ruins

I think what you've left for me

Is really pitiful

You gave me nothing I

Hadn't seen before

Running

Climbing

Try to take over my heart

And you're a princess

There's a million else of them

You're still a princess

But someone else's problem

You only spoke in ways

Of ugly metaphors

Your lies are a moat around you

And a bridge in draw

Running

Leaping

Try to take over my heart

You overstayed your welcome baby

Go back where you belong

My pretty face might look generic

But you'll never find a soul like mine

I love myself ‘cause you

Couldn't do it right

I love myself ‘cause you

Couldn't do it right

Your nobility is faded

Your crown is a rusted knife

Believing you is difficult

Despite your power and your might

I love myself ‘cause you

Couldn't do it right

I love myself ‘cause you

Couldn't do it right

So, dear princess

I wonder how you'll do it

A rock and roll princess

Overdriven to ruin

I'll take your place

I'll take your place

Not so pretty now

You don't deserve your crown