Look at me, I never pass for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter Can it be that 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 Starting straight, back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know? Somehow I cannot hide, who I am, though l've tried When will my reflection show, who I am inside? When will my reflection show, who I am inside…