sweet mirror

Look at me; you may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me.

Every day, it's as if I play a part.

Now I see - if I wear a mask, I can fool the world, but I cannot fool my heart.

Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me?

When will my reflection show who I am inside?

I am now in a world where I have to hide my heart and what I believe in

But somehow I will show the world what's inside my heart and be loved for who I am.

Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me?

Why is my reflection someone I don't know?

Must I pretend that I'm someone else for all time?

When will my reflection show who I am inside?

There's a heart that must be free to fly, that burns with a need to know the reason why;

Why must we all conceal what we think, how we feel?

Must there be a secret me I'm forced to hide?

I won't 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?