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

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 expectations

On that day
I'll discover some way 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'm
Someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside

When will my reflection show
Who I am inside