Nothing But WeedsBeing a friend is like being a farmer,Nothing But Weeds by Ghostpaint1
Of that I’m now sure of.
You plant friendship firmly in the ground,
And give it your time, hard work, and love.
Being an experienced planter,
I should have known what to do.
I should have better handled
The way I dealt with you.
The plant grew strong and healthy,
A lush crop was in store.
But after a lapse in judgment,
I appeared a farmer no more.
I knew to let it mature
Would be best in the long run.
But, I made a poor choice,
So it ended before it had begun.
In the hole that I left there is nothing but weeds,
With sharp thorns that prick my skin.
So I walk away from the plot, and try to learn,
From the friend who could have been.
DW Parody: GallibossWar Doctor: There’s just no way that we can win,DW Parody: Galliboss by Ghostpaint1
10th Doctor: This is our destiny.
Clara: Listen to me.
11th Doctor: To push the button and then commit genocide.
Clara: Listen, all of you!
More than two billion,
Think of all of those children.
You’re the Doctor, please,
Just find another way.
11: This life’s been rather rough.
10: Filled with regret.
11: Well, enough!
All Three: Now it’s time we change our history.
11: Come on boys, let’s go and save the day.
10: It would feel so good to actually save the day.
11: Kick up your heels ‘cause it’s finally gone our way.
War: Thanks to Bad Wolf we can finally save the day.
11: Come on boys, let’s go save Gallifrey.
War: The cost is too high if we do not save Gallifrey.
10: Let’s get running to the battle, Allons-y!
11 We’ll need more Doctors to pull off this remedy.
1st Doctor: Attention Timelords of Gallifrey.
4th Doctor: We’re here to save you,
DW Parody: Dream Lord's LullabyDW Parody: Dream Lord's Lullaby by Ghostpaint1
Sleep now, doubtful Doctor;
Let me catch you well off guard.
One day when you’re at your worst,
You’ll be the Valeyard.
The horrors of the Time War,
You called them a pity.
But when I think about what you did,
I get a bit giddy.
Your violence can go awry,
And it makes you feel depressed.
But it soothes your inner bad guy,
When you get no rest.
The loss of your cheerful mask.
Companions squealing in your grasp.
Your breaking point that makes you cry,
That’s my lullaby!
Now the past you’ve tried forgetting;
All your foes you have outlived.
Trouble is, if they knew your sins,
Your friends would not forgive.
Doctor: I’ve beaten you before; shut up and let me be!
Dream Lord: Oh the Tardis will be bloody, and that kind of works for me.
The melody of vile betrayal,
Matched then with your rank portrayal.
A devil in plain sight, oh my!
That’s my lullaby!
The Time Lords are gone,
But the Doctor’s still around,
A “good man” through and
The Chaser and the ChasedTo be pursued or to pursue,The Chaser and the Chased by Ghostpaint1
Which to pick? I wish I knew,
For then this thing could find its start.
I’d know to win or give a heart.
One piece of advice that you are given,
Is that those who care are bold and driven.
So if they wish they will come after you.
Oh, if only we weren't taught this too.
So many things I wish to say,
But if I pursue would it scare you away?
Though were you the hunter, driven and how,
Would you not have begun the hunt by now?
I cannot read the smile on your face,
Who is the chaser and who is the chased.
Too many answers and none of them mine,
Outside my reach in the clutches of time.
There could be but one abhorrent revelation,
That would bring about such a wicked sensation:
In your lovely eyes neither one of us prey.
Anything but this, I hope and I pray.