Am I Getting Through

Parte 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

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 am 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
(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

Parte II:

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 your hangin on the Moulin Rouge
Don't you know no matter where you go
Somebody's always watching you
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