I was born in a big grey cloud,
Screaming out a love song.
All the broken chords and unnamed cries,
What a place to come from.

I wish to remain nameless,
And live without shame.
'Cause what's in a name? Oh,
I still remain the same.

Florence and The Machine – Remain Nameless

The Doctor

Gallifrey has forgotten me. Oh glorious pink/orange skies, it's me! But they would not recognise. When stars forget to pierce the dark I have Clara to shine for me, but in those times, they ignored the boy who dressed like a man. Why would they listen to an old man in the body of a child? It was too easy to forget one such as myself, keeping quiet and shunning misbehaviour. So I vowed that they would never forget who I was. I would burn a legacy so brightly that it could replace our two suns in half a double heartbeat.

And the day came for the Doctor to step forth from the dusty corner of the libraries he dwelled in - but he failed his people.

In my eyes, the Doctor

Ill fits my description.

Like the wrong style of glasses

With the right prescription.

I could not save my precious Gallifrey

I still see the resplendent skies turning to grey.

Berating me, hating me

I was not yet worthy.

All I wanted was the love of my elders;

Still they cast me to the embers.

They took my pride and whipped it bare,

For all the children to stop and stare.

To this day, rule one, the Doctor lies.

But only for those pastel skies.

If they would one day cherish me

I would give it all up happily.

What makes me truly sad? Clara asked,

That the boy who every single time, came last.

He cut the race short for all the others,

Just so he could bring his mother

Some sense of pride in her pitiful son

After winning the race that no one else could run.

Still, he destroyed them, it's for their own good, see?

But the excuses didn't stop him from crying himself to sleep.

Now I have seen what I have seen, done what I have done

I still feel the rejection from everyone

Forever criticising me, judging me, they're closing in on me,

Clara, my love, cannot take this kind of pain from me.

An ill-begotten name for in ill-begotten child,

Will only serve to quiet the fear for a while.

Until a day it would return and upset us all, I'm sorry

That I'm the one to tell the saddest part of the saddest story.