The start of something new (unfinished)

Like a freshly-bound-stark-white-paged book
with my name across the spine, within it not a word
and with the dark black ink which spews from my pen
I'll start fresh on the story of who I now think I am...

I'm the seed that never cracked,
buried deep within the soil,
I'm the milk left on the counter
no one cared to let spoil
Yet, I'm nonetheless not so disheartened
as all of this will mark the start of something new...

(Chorus)
An escape from what is all I've ever known
and a chance to sculpt myself like stone
into the person who I want to be,
the person who I was before I'd ever run into the likes of you...

(Verse 2)
And I'll take a careful measure making every stroke precise
and contemplate the placement of every word I write
making sure not to f*** things up this time...

Because I'm the ant that never could quite stay in line,
or the bee who's wandered much too far from the hive,
I can't quite keep thoughts straight in my mind,
But, most of the time I would'nt be lying if I were to say I feel Alright.

(Chorus)
An escape from what is all I've ever known
and a chance to sculpt myself like stone
into the person who I want to be,
the person who I was before I'd ever run into the likes of you...

Feedback would be lovely.

Like a freshly-bound-stark-white-paged book
with my name across the spine, within it not a word
and with the dark black ink SECREETS from my pen
START fresh on the story of WHO I THINK I am.

I'm the seed that never cracked,
buried deep within the soil,
I'm the milk left on the counter
JUST WAITING TO SPOIL
DISCOURAGED NOT SO MUCH, INSPIRED NONETHELESS
SO FAR FROM THE TREE, I'M MY OWN IDEA OF FRESH

just to get you going..i like the idea too man