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Look at me.
You may think you see who I really am.
But youÂ’ll never know me.
Every day, is as if I play apart.

Now I see,
If I wear a mask I can fool the world.
But I can not 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 whatÂ’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 donÂ’t know?

Must I pretend that IÂ’m
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

ThereÂ’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 fee?

Must there be a secret me
IÂ’m forced to hide?

I wonÂ’t pretend that iÂ’m
Someone else for all time.
When will my reflections show
Who I am inside?

When will my reflections show
Who I am inside?