The Doctor and me
By Scarliett
Days are passing by and I can't ask for a better life.
I love, I'm loved, there's nothing wrong with that.
Wake up in the morning, breakfast and work
I like this confy life style, but I believe there's something more.
Blurry images come in my dreams.
A man, an alien.
The Doctor and me.
Flashing blue lights always wake me up.
A strange sound like a wishper in my heart.
I know there's something missing,
Some part of my life that I'm skiping.
I'm afraid to tell anyone.
They'll say stress took over my mind.
This strange feeling will always be with me,
But I believe in my lasts days I'll be able to see...
That name I knew knew
Those stories I'd never lived
That man, that alien
The Doctor and me.
