Look at me I will never pass for a perfect bride; or a perfect daughter, Can it be, I'm not ment to play this part, Now I see, that 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...................