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?