My mind is like a bowl of soup;
Being sipped and slurped out,
Devoured by the nasty thing called life.
It used to be filled to the brim;
Now it's just the remnants of the life I used to know.
Soup
My mind is like a bowl of soup;
Being sipped and slurped out,
Devoured by the nasty thing called life.
It used to be filled to the brim;
Now it's just the remnants of the life I used to know.
