Feel the Rain on Your Skin
"Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield
FOR ESSAYS NOT YET WRITTEN
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 itRelease your inhibitionsFeel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let it inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book beginsThe rest is still unwritten
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the linesWe've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before youOpen up the dirty windowLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Feel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let it inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book beginsThe rest is still unwritten