Another Place,
Another Time…
If there was any answer
He’d surely find it there
In another place, another time
A world without a care
Other than zits, money, and tangible
things
Maybe there’d be someone to make him
happy
And to them he would cling.
Living for another reason
Trying to rewrite the past
Watching Gallifrey burn
And hoping the pain wouldn’t last
Being the last of his kind
Just trying to make the best
In a world far before his time.
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