Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield 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 (window, window, window) Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it) 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 unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwrittenYour lips It is It is On your lips On your lips Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window (window, window, window) Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it…