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Look at me |
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I will never pass |
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for a perfect bride |
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or a perfect daughter |
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Can it be |
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I'm not meant to play this part |
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Now I see |
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that if I were truly to be myself |
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I would break my family's heart |
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Who is that girl I see |
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staring straight back at me |
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Why is my reflection |
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someone I don't know |
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Somehow I cannot hide |
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Who I am though I've tried |
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When will my reflection show |
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who I am inside |
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How I pray that a time will come |
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I can free myself |
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from their expectations |
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On that day I'll discover |
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someway to be myself |
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and to make my family proud |
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They want a docile lamb |
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No one knows who I am |
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Must there be a secret me |
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I'm forced to hide |
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Must I pretend that I am |
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someone else for all time |
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When will my reflection show |
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who I am inside |
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When will my reflection show |
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who I am inside |