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