Lyrics

Unwritten

to "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield

Your test's unwritten Picked up at nine Out of your mind You can't begin it The clock's counting down Twenty hours now Staring at the blank screen before you Open up a new Word window But can't begin to write the words that earn you an A Sleeping, maybe procrasturbating You just don't want to face it Cheating's a prohibition But it's not a real sin (chorus) No one else will know about it You can't lose; you only win All your friends, all your friends Will cheat as soon as they're in Their own homes without a proctor There's no SofTest there to doctor Doubt creeps in, moral compass spins The test is still unwritten Go break tradition Sometimes it pays You'll get straight A's You've been conditioned To play by the rules Like one of those fools Caring about the honor code you Sign on the neon paper Before the proctor will stamp your test with her stamping Machine; you wish you had one at home It's cooler than an iPhone Cheating's a prohibition But it's not a real sin (chorus) Staring at the blank screen before you Open up a new Word window But can't begin to write the words that earn you an A Sleeping, maybe procrasturbating You just don't want to face it Cheating's a prohibition But it's not a real sin (chorus)

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 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 (chorus) 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 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 (chorus) 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 (chorus)

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