Look at me, I will never pass for 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.

(Chorus:)
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.