Jami Marie Moreno

Biography

I work on cars and sing the blues I'm an old soul in a broken body

Samples

How do you fix what can kill you There must be something I can do I'm in a constant battle of one I'm at a loss for what can be done The doctor says pills will cure But I'm not feeling so sure I get brought down by the smallest thing Like I'm a puppet on a string I feel so weak over whats in my head More so with what I've said I give and they take No matter if I'm about to break I smile and keep pushing threw But if they only knew what I knew I hide behind all the pain in spite of it all Answer to every bekon call For they don't see how much I ache All they see is how much I'll take If for me there was no tomorrow My eyes wouldn't well up with sorrow I can't let go of this depression Don't think I can learn my lesson It spirals over me like a cloud Whispers in my ear so very loud Slightly ebbing and flowing Always there never going Eating at my every thought Decaying my mind to total rot Even when my life is on the rise It's still there without reprise I'd like a day to let it all go Until then I feel stagnate unable to grow Nothing's wrong that they can mend So I'll just pretend until the end

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