Look at me I will never pass for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter Can it be I wasn’t meant to play this part Now I see If I were truely 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 When will my reflection show who I am inside