Look at me I will never pa** for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter Can it be I'm not meant to play this part? Now I see If I learn each rule I can fool them all, I could never fool my 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 tried When will my reflection show who I am inside How I pray That a time will come I can free myself, and meet their expectations On that day I'll discover someway to free 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'm someone else, for all time When will my reflection show who I am inside? When will my reflection show who I am inside?