For Xander/Centuries boys.
We won't make another step, we've tripped down all the stairs we ever climbed,
there's no going back, up to the rooftop, to look out over the edge
and notice the view isn't what we hoped it would be.
A gleaming city filled with hollow buildings.
You can knock... but no one would ever open up the door.
There's nothing but fake smiles framed on walls.
We won't make another step, we've tripped down all the stairs we ever climbed,
there's no going back, up to the rooftop, to look out over the edge
and wonder if we could fly straight down through the cement
Into a brighter world. A world with depth.
Deeper than your lips will ever fucking get.
Lies can only go so deep until you hit the golden truth.
We're not meant to be. So I will you set you free.
So I will set you free from me.
Go!
(There is no end)
There is no escaping until you can set yourself free.
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