Look at me

I will never pass for a perfect bride

Or a perfect daughterCan 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?

How I pray that a time will come

I can free myself and meet their expectations

On that day, I'll discover someway to be myself

And to make my family proud

They want a docile lamb

No one knows who I am

Must there be a secret me

I′m forced to hide?

Must I pretend that I′m

Someone else for all time?

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside?

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside?