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.