toys in the attic...

Apr 17, 2006 23:06

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'll 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?
Am I, Am I getting through?
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