Natasha Bedingfield Unwritten

::: Unwritten ::: 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 window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words u