Am I Getting Through (Part I & II)

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



Don't you hate me when the motor starts running out

Your esoteric rants were made to twist and shout

I heard you moved, now you're hangin' on the Moulin Rouge

Don't you know no matter where you go somebody's always watching



That's what they say

That's what they say

When the pages fade

The love you made

Will seem one hundred light years away

That's what they say

That's what they say