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 getting through Don't you hate it when

The money starts to running out?

Your esoteric rants

Were made to twist and shout I 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 you That'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