My body\'s a temple they say
They tell me to worship it
as if my body was a goddess
But how can I treat my body like a temple
If it\'s not even my home
How can I treat it like a goddess
If his fingerprints are stained on the walls
Where he shattered windows
Replaces the tiles for his own comfort
My body isn\'t a temple
It\'s not a goddess
It\'s a broken house
Where he moved in
To live forever in my thoughts
To break my walls when I feel strong
He is the homeowner of my temple
I am weak
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