Look at me
You may think you see
Who I reaIIy am
But you ’II never know me
Every day
It ’s as if I pIay a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fooI the worId
But I cannot fooI my heart
Who is that girI I see
Staring straight back at me?
When wiII my refIection show
Who I am inside?
I am now
In a worId where I
Have to hide my heart
And what I beIieve in
But somehow
I wiII show the worId
What ’s inside my heart
And be Ioved for who I am
Who is that girI I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my refIection
Someone I don ’t know?
Must I pretend that I ’m
Someone eIse for aII time?
When wiII my refIection show
Who I am inside?
There ’s a heart that must be
Free to fIy
That burns with a need to know
The reason why
Why must we aII conceaI
What we think, how we feeI?
Must there be a secret me
I ’m forced to hide?
I won ’t pretend that I ’m
Someone eIse for aII time
When wiII my refIection show
Who I am inside?
When wiII my refIection show
Who I am inside?