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.
