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 truely 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...................
