If a day well spent is defined by watching a movie on dvd in the morning while stuffing yourself with cheese snacks, talking to daddy and Lynette about music stuff, practicing your mediocre guitar skills and having the best time of your life with your best friend over the phone, then I've definitely spent today well.
I've just received a call that is quite interesting to receive.
Today's my lucky day, maybe.
Natasha Bedingfield
Unwritten
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 cannot 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
The rest is still unwritten
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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