~Anonymous
I absolutely love the song Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield. Part of it, I have to say, is the happy beat but I also really like the words. Yes, it repeats a lot-and rather than figure out where it cuts and repeats exactly I just put the whole thing below. I really liked this song in high school. I like how it talks about how, like, anything can happen from this point on, nothing is set in stone. It's almost like life is a book you're writing for yourself.
I remember one day when I was trying to do homework with a friend and we cranked up the music on my MP3 Player. This song came up on shuffle. We laughed pretty hard at the line "staring at the blank page before you" as we were thoroughly stuck on whatever subject it was we were working on and had written nothing. I would guess it was Chemistry...
But it also went along with our lives being like books and how once we got out of high school we would be able to choose to do whatever we wanted. I am comforted by the idea that what I am doing now hasn't somehow decided the rest of my life for me. Yes, it has an impact on it, but I can change :) And it talks about how no one else can experience your life for you-how you need to experience it to its fullest for yourself. I also kind of like how it relates to how I want to write. Right now I think being an essayist sounds fun. I just don't have the imagination to create a whole book-I can't fathom it. Though, I will publish at least one book-it's one of my major life goals!
Unwritten
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
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Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
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Reaching for something 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
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
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I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
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Reaching for something 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
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
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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 unwritten
----------
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
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
----------
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 unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
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