Hollow

My body may be a temple, but I haven't taken very good care of this temple There are no flowers laid out in front of the altar I have not swept up the crumbled ash from incense The candles have all burned down The wax trails down to the floor My body may be a temple, but I haven't taken very good care of this temple My hair hasn't been washed in a week My eyes are dark from exhaustion Every single movement takes too much energy Who knows when I'll get dressed My body may be a temple, but I haven't taken very good care of this temple I don't eat much anymore I say it's because I'm not hungry They don't know that it's a lie Or maybe they do My body may be a temple, but I haven't taken very good care of this temple My eyes aren't the honey brown they once were Now, they're lifeless and dull Like a dead leaf in autumn Drifting down down down