I…. I… I….
I am unwritten, can’t read my mind I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand ending on time
Staring at the blank page before you – open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the that you cannot find
Reaching – for somewhere in the distance so close you can almost 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
Treat yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
To that is where your book beings
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition, sometimes my tries are outside the lines
Within condition to not make mistakes, but I cannot live that way
Staring at the blank page before you – open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the that you cannot find
Reaching – for someone in the distance so close you can almost 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
Treat yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
To that is where your book beings
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you – open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find
Reaching – for someone 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
Treat yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with ams wide open
To that is where your book beings
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
Treat yourself in words unspoken
Live you life with arms wide open
To that is where your book beings
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten….
