Doydoy: Ano sing mo?
Tita Dork: Huh? Uhmmm..
Doydoy: Ano sing mo ba?
I really had no idea what the title of the song is. Just another case of last song syndrome. So I went back to Cebu and I still havent found out the title. When I related to my friend Promise the funny incident, she said its Unwritten though she's not so sure of the artist. Armed with that information, I searched the internet and not only found out who the artist is (Natasha Bedingfield) but also the lyrics, I even downloaded the mp3 file. Hehehe. Thanks to Promise and Google I can now answer Doydoy just in case he asks me again.
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
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
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..
