Part i
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 dont need you

I dress up with a conscience
When I think youll be watching
I say all the right things
I dont 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 its quiet
Im an angel in white

When I pose in the mirror
I want everyone near me
I am scared that Im weird
Im afraid I am queer

I am lovely and weak
I am foul when I speak
I am strange when Im kind
I am frying my mind

Am i
Am i
Getting through
Am i
Am i
Getting through
I dont care I dont care

Jesus loves me I know
For my mom told me so
Im a loser at love
Im a flower in the mud

Am i
Am i
Getting through
Am i
Am i
Getting through
Am i
Am i
Getting through

Part ii
Dont you hate it
When the money starts to running out
Your esoteric rants
Were made to twist and shout
I heard you moved
Now youre hangin on the moulin rouge
Dont you know no matter where you go
Somebodys always watching you
Thats what they say
Thats what they say
When the pages fade the love you made
Will seem one hundred light years away