Not a goddess By any means- Not the sweetest thing Since cotton candy Ha, hardly- I'm not a saint And I don't radiate Anything but mediocrity- I've just been me And that's as close as you will get to boring Everyday- I'm not so special, So please tell me Why you worship me Raise me And expect all the things of me. Your answer to your problems and your prayers I've just been me What more else can I be? I'm not rich Only friends and family know my name- I'm not anything out of the ordinary So it's that much more puzzling That you're addicted to something... Flour instead of cocaine.Birth sign: Gemini
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