Look at me
I may 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
What is that girl I see, staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
Who is that perfect bride?
It's not me, 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 expections
On that day, I'll discover somehow 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?
