Look at me, I will never pass for a perfect bride
or a perfect daughter.
Can it be, I'm not ment to play this part?
Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself
I would break my fathers heart.
Who is that girl I see? Staring straight back at me. Why is my reflection someone I don't know? Some how 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?