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