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, thorough I've tried
when will my reflection show, who I am, inside