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
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