"Sorry I don’t treat you like a goddess,
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don’t treat you like you’re perfect,
Like all your little loyal subjects do,Sorry I’m not made of sugar,
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you,Well… I’m just your problem, I’m just your problem, It’s like I’m not even a person, am I?
I’m just your problemWell, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shouldn’t have to justify what I do I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shouldn’t have to prove anything to you
I’m sorry that I exist, I forget what landed me on your blacklist
But I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shouldn’t have to be the one that makes up with you.
So… why do I want to?
Why do I want to…”
A song she wrote a long time ago, it wasn’t the first time she had sung it, and it probably wouldn’t be the last, Marceline performed this one right outside of Bonnibel’s window, hovering outside of the third story spot as she played, hoping, that the princess would hear, and forgive her. She had been gone for a long time, and last time she left the fight, the shouting match, it made her worry. No one else could make Marceline worry quite like this.
"…Marceline?" Princess Bubblegum questioned, unlatching her window and leaning her head out. "I… what are you doing here?"
She certainly hadn’t heard that song in a while, which was preferable since it tugged at a few heartstrings she didn’t want tugged and brought back a few memories she didn’t want to remember. The princess tugged an imaginary fuzz from her matted, sticky bedhead, looking the vampire queen over with a glare.
"Come to apologize, Marceline?" the Bubblegum Princess asked haughtily, her stern eyes boring into Marceline’s, which made the Queen look away.