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?