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 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?

How I pray that it time will come
I can't be myself and make their expectations
On that day I'll discover someway to be myself
And to make my family proud

They want to docile lamb
No one knows who I am
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide?

Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

When will my reflection show
Who I am, inside?

Ohhh, yeah, yeah, mmmm