Look at meI will never pass for a perfect brideOr a perfect daughterCan it be I'm not meant to play this part?Now I see that if I were truly to be myselfI would break my family's heart
Who is that girl I seeStaring straight back at me?Why is my reflection someone I don't know?Somehow I cannot hideWho I am, though I've triedWhen will my reflection showWho I am inside?
How I pray that a time will comeI can free myself and meet their expectationsOn that day, I'll discover someway to be myselfAnd to make my family proud
They want a docile lambNo one knows who I amMust there be a secret meI'm forced to hide?Must I pretend that I'mSomeone else for all time?When will my reflection showWho I am inside?
When will my reflection showWho I am inside?