Am I Getting Through

I am strong, I am able
I spill milk on your table
Then I cry like a baby
Just to see if you save meI 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 youI dress up with a conscience
When I think you'll be watching
I say all the right things
I don't know what I meanAm I, am I getting through
Am I, am I getting throughI am ignorant and rude
I am fashionably crude
And sometimes when it's quiet
I'm an Angel in whiteWhen I pose in the mirror
I want everyone near me
I am scared that I'm weird
I'm afraid, I am queerI am lovely and weak
I am foul when I speak
I am strange when I'm kind
I am frying my mindAm I, am I getting through
Am I, am I getting through
I don't care, I don't careJesus loves me I know
For my mom told me so
I'm a loser at love
I'm a flower in the mudAm I, am I getting through
Am I, am I getting through
Am I, am I getting throughDon't you hate it when
The money starts to running out?
Your esoteric rants
Were made to twist and shoutI heard you moved
And now, you're hangin' on the Moulin Rouge
Don't you know no matter where you go
Somebody's always watching youThat's what they say, that's what they say
Now, when the pages fade the love you made
Will seem one hundred light years away
That's what they say, that's what they