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?
