Am i getting through (part 1)

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