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
If I learn each rule I can fool them all, I could never fool my 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 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 free 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?