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'dont know?
Somehow I cannot hide who I am
though I've tried
when will my reflection show ,who I am inside?
when will my reflection show ,who I am inside.