Part I:
I am strong
I am able
I spill milk on your table
Then I crawl 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 and 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