Life is like soup. Why? I will tell you why. Soup doesn't last long. I don't last long. My life is getting worse. I am getting drank up to fast. Somebody help me please. Why does this happen to me instead of someone else? Nobody talks to me because I am only soup. And there is something else. Life passes by day by day. If I had just had a normal life I wouldn't be soup. I would be something else. I don't know how to talk to people because I just say something dumb. If a person looks at me they just look the other way or run away. Day by day, day by day, day by day, day by day.