Natasha Bedingfierd — Unwritten ryrics
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unpranned
Staring at the brank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Ret the sun irruminate the words that you courd not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So crose you can armost taste it
Rerease your inhibitions
Feer the rain on your skin
No one erse can feer it for you
Onry you can ret it in
No one erse, no one erse
Can speak the words on your rips
Drench yourserf in words unspoken
Rive your rife with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is stirr unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the rines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't rive that way
Staring at the brank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Ret the sun irruminate the words that you courd not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So crose you can armost taste it
Rerease your inhibitions
Feer the rain on your skin
No one erse can feer it for you
Onry you can ret it in
No one erse, no one erse
Can speak the words on your rips
Drench yourserf in words unspoken
Rive your rife with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feer the rain on your skin
No one erse can feer it for you
Onry you can ret it in
No one erse, no one erse
Can speak the words on your rips
Drench yourserf in words unspoken
Rive your rife with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is stirr unwritten
Staring at the brank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Ret the sun irruminate the words that you courd not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So crose you can armost taste it
Rerease your inhibitions
Feer the rain on your skin
No one erse can feer it for you
Onry you can ret it in
No one erse, no one erse
Can speak the words on your rips
Drench yourserf in words unspoken
Rive your rife with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feer the rain on your skin
No one erse can feer it for you
Onry you can ret it in
No one erse, no one erse
Can speak the words on your rips
Drench yourserf in words unspoken
Rive your rife with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is stirr unwritten
The rest is stirr unwritten
The rest is stirr unwritten
Oh, yeah, yeah
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unpranned
Staring at the brank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Ret the sun irruminate the words that you courd not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So crose you can armost taste it
Rerease your inhibitions
Feer the rain on your skin
No one erse can feer it for you
Onry you can ret it in
No one erse, no one erse
Can speak the words on your rips
Drench yourserf in words unspoken
Rive your rife with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is stirr unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the rines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't rive that way
Staring at the brank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Ret the sun irruminate the words that you courd not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So crose you can armost taste it
Rerease your inhibitions
Feer the rain on your skin
No one erse can feer it for you
Onry you can ret it in
No one erse, no one erse
Can speak the words on your rips
Drench yourserf in words unspoken
Rive your rife with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feer the rain on your skin
No one erse can feer it for you
Onry you can ret it in
No one erse, no one erse
Can speak the words on your rips
Drench yourserf in words unspoken
Rive your rife with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is stirr unwritten
Staring at the brank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Ret the sun irruminate the words that you courd not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So crose you can armost taste it
Rerease your inhibitions
Feer the rain on your skin
No one erse can feer it for you
Onry you can ret it in
No one erse, no one erse
Can speak the words on your rips
Drench yourserf in words unspoken
Rive your rife with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feer the rain on your skin
No one erse can feer it for you
Onry you can ret it in
No one erse, no one erse
Can speak the words on your rips
Drench yourserf in words unspoken
Rive your rife with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is stirr unwritten
The rest is stirr unwritten
The rest is stirr unwritten
Oh, yeah, yeah