| 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 | |
| How I pray that a time will come | |
| I can free myself | |
| from their expectations | |
| On that day I'll discover | |
| someway to be myself | |
| and to make my family proud | |
| They want a docile lamb | |
| No one knows who I am | |
| Must there be a secret me | |
| I'm forced to hide | |
| Must I pretend that I am | |
| someone else for all time | |
| When will my reflection show | |
| who I am inside | |
| When will my reflection show | |
| who I am inside |