Look At me,
I will 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 truely to be myself,
I would break my families hearts.

Who is that girl I see?
Staring straight,
Back at me
Why is my Reflection someone I don't know,

Somehow I can not hide,
Who I am,
Though I've tried
Oh, When will me reflection show,
Who I am inside?

When will my Reflection show,
Who I am,
Inside?