Forks on the Left

Forks on the left
Knives on the right
I don't think that I'll be eating tonight
Caught my reflection
Deep inspection
Self-medicating to the point of exhaustion
Is this over
Am I pretty
If I think so then
Well I guess that'd be pretty fucking stupid

I can't help the way that I see myself
I can't help the way that I hate the sight of me
I can't help myself
But I'm trying
So get up off your knees
And stop fucking crying

This just isn't the end of the world
If you don't want it to be
This just isn't the end of my days
If you don't let it be
Let it be
I'm sorry

Forks on the left
Knives on the right
I don't think that I'll be sleeping tonight
Stomach pains from empty
Loathing deep inside me
Running laps around this town
Just to keep from going crazy
Is this over
Am I pretty

Jesus Christ why can't I be fucking pretty

This just isn't the end of the world
If you don't want it to be
This just isn't the end of my days
If you don't let it be
Let it be
I'm sorry

Forks on the left
Knives on the right
I don't think that I'll be hating myself tonight

This just isn't the end of the world
If you don't want it to be
This just isn't the end of my days
If you don't let it be
Let it be
I'm sorry

This just isn't the end of the world
If you don't want it to be
This just isn't the end of my days
If you don't let it be
Let it be
I'm sorry



Credits
Writer(s): Dakota Hickam
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