Look at me
I will never pass for a perfect bride
or a perfect daughter.
Can it be
IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm not meant to play this part.
Now I see
That if I were truly to be myself
I would break my familyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's heart.
Chorus:
Who is that girl I see,
staring straight
back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't know?
Somehow I cannot hide
who I am
Though IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ've tried
When will my reflection show
who I am inside?
When will my reflection show
who I am inside?