Lyric Am I Getting Through (Part 1)

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