I am strong I am able I spill milk on your table

Then I cry like a baby just to see if you save me

I am sweet I am ugly I am mean if you love me

I try hard just to please you when I say I don't need you

I dress up with a conscience when I think you'll be watching

I say all the right things I don't know what I mean

Am I am I getting through

Am I am I getting through

I am ignorant and rude, I am fashionably crude

And sometimes when it's quiet I'm an angel in white

When I pose in the mirror I want everyone near me

I am scared that I'm weird, I'm afraid I am queer

I am lovely, I'm weak, I am foul when I speak

I am strange when I'm kind, I am frying my mind

Am I, am I getting through

Am I, am I getting through

I don't care, I don't care

Jesus loves me I know, for my mom told me so

I'm a loser at love, I'm a flower in the mud

Am I, am I getting through

Am I, am I getting through

Am I, am I getting through