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
How I pray that a time will come
I can free myself
from 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 am
someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
who I am inside
When will my reflection show
who I am inside