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?
