Brittaneh
Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky. Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I. Above the planet on a wing and a prayer. My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air. Across the clouds I see my shadow fly out of the corner of my watering eye. A dream unthreatened by the morning light could blow this soul right through the roof of the night. There's no sensation to compare with this. Suspended animation, a state of bliss.
My Favorites
♥ Video games
♥ Music; rock and metal
♥ Habbo
♥ Drawing
♥ Writing
♥ Skating
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♥ Video games
♥ Music; rock and metal
♥ Habbo
♥ Drawing
♥ Writing
♥ Skating
I also love guestbook signatures, so sign my guestbook while you are here. Thanks. <3
About Me
♥ My name is Britt.
♥ I'm sixteen.
♥ I'm a Christian.
♥ I've been playing Habbo since '05.
♥ I enjoy helping people and animals.
♥ I'm quiet and prefer being alone most of the time, but not to worry, I don't bite.
Long story short,
I'm not your average girl.
♥ My name is Britt.
♥ I'm sixteen.
♥ I'm a Christian.
♥ I've been playing Habbo since '05.
♥ I enjoy helping people and animals.
♥ I'm quiet and prefer being alone most of the time, but not to worry, I don't bite.
Long story short,
I'm not your average girl.
You lock the door and throw away the key. There's someone in my head but it's not me. And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear. You shout and no one seems to hear. And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes,
I'll see you on
the dark side of the moon.
I'll see you on
the dark side of the moon.
Can't keep my mind from the circling sky.
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I.
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I.
The time is gone the song is over,
thought I'd something
more to say.
thought I'd something
more to say.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail, a smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
Breathe, breathe in the air. Don't be afraid to care. Leave but don't leave me. Look around and choose your own ground. For long you live and high you fly. And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry. And all you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be.
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking. And racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older. Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines. Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.
Run rabbit run. Dig that hole, forget the sun. And when at last the work is done, don't sit down it's time to dig another one. For long you live and high you fly. But only if you ride the tide. And balanced on the biggest wave,
you race towards
an early grave.
you race towards
an early grave.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day. You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town. Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year. Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Wish you were here.
The lunatic is on the grass, the lunatic is on the grass. Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs. Got to keep the loonies on the path. The lunatic is in the hall. The lunatics are in my hall. The paper holds their folded faces to the floor. And every day the paper boy brings more.
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I. Ice is forming on the tips of my wings. Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything. No navigator to guide my way home. Unladened, empty and turned to stone. A soul in tension that's learning to fly. Condition grounded but determined to try.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon. And if there is no room upon the hill. And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too, I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. The lunatic is in my head, the lunatic is in my head. You raise the blade, you make the change. You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane.
Into the distance, a ribbon of black. Stretched to the point of no turning back. A flight of fancy on a windswept field. Standing alone my senses reeled. A fatal attraction holding me fast. How can I escape this irresistable grasp? Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky.












































