Look at me,
I will never pass for a perfect bride,
or a perfect daughter,
can it be,
I'm not meant to play this part,
Now I see,
that if I were truly to be myself,
I would break my family's heart
Who is that girl I see,
staring straight,
back at me,
why is my reflection someone I don't know,
somehow I cannot hide,
who i am,
though i've tried,
When will my reflection show,
who I am inside,
when will my reflection show,
who I am inside