you smiled and waved at me today
i think were friends

but i know you hate me
and gossip about me
because it told me you hate me

i like cooking
everything i make looks good
but i know it looks gross
and probably tastes bad
because it told me it is

my outfits are pretty cute
it makes me look good
but i know i look stupid
and look like a slut
because it told me i look bad

you said you loved me
because you care so deeply for me
but i know you really dont
and only want to get in my pants
because it told me youre going to use me
it always knows the truth
even if i doubt it
but when i dont listen to it
i get hurt
it knows whats best for me