Unwritten

Natasha Bedingfield
I am unwriten, 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
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