What It's like to hold the burden of the world on your shoulders, with only a friend to guide you.
My sad eternal tears keep coming back . . .
And once again I must shed my tears to go and cry . . .
Despair is all I got to hold my back. . .
I sink into my room to go and cry . . .
Even a timelord sinks into his tardis to die inside. . .
I sink alone, everytime I try to reach out I am spite . . .
With only a nightmare, or only a daydream to distract me from the pain . . .
Until my friend and I meet again.
To hold the burden of the world upon your shoulders . . .
And know your not worthy of a universe or two . . .
To know your never good enough, and just want to whisper and die . . .
But you can’t for your intense love for your friend and the world . . .