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