Me: 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?