UNWRITTEN
\n[ D. Brisebois, W. Rodrigues, N. Bedingfield (2004) ]<\/p>\n
I am unwritten, can’t read my mind,
\nI’m undefined
\nI’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand,
\nEnding unplanned<\/p>\n
Staring at the blank page before you
\nOpen up the dirty window
\nLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find<\/p>\n
Reaching for something in the distance
\nSo close you can almost taste it
\nRelease your inhibitions<\/p>\n
Feel the rain on your skin
\nNo one else can feel it for you
\nOnly you can let it in
\nNo one else, no one else
\nCan speak the words on your lips
\nDrench yourself in words unspoken
\nLive your life with arms wide open
\nToday is where your book begins<\/p>\n
The rest is still unwritten<\/p>\n
I break tradition, sometimes my tries
\nAre outside the line
\nWe’ve been conditioned to not make mistakes,
\nBut I can’t live that way<\/p>\n
The rest is still unwritten
\nThe rest is still unwritten
\nThe rest is still unwritten<\/p>\n
UNWRITTEN [ D. Brisebois, W. Rodrigues, N. Bedingfield (2004) ] I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, Ending unplanned Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty… Lexo ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/unwritten.jpg\")
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