Look at me,
You may think you see
Who I really am,
But you'll never know me. Everyday,
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.

Chorus:

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 in 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?

oh, ooh yeah

--

I guess we should treasure the moments we feel our heart quiver,
That small feeling is something we should hold on to
We should treasure the moments we truthfully feel relaxed and happy
even if the world comes crashing down.
I've come to realise that these 2 days
that no matter what its better to "kan kai"
even though my attitude may not remain like that when the papers start to boomberang back to me in a sea of red. SIGH.