A man whom is less than what he appears wears a face not yet his own
Wandering the ties of a false heart, oh how he has certainly grown
He has taken so much from others but he doesn't know why
That ineptitude without restraint...he made Victoria cry
The sad ones linger because the threat is all the more real
the shadows behind the mask ready to forever go and steal
as he wanders down the inbetween of the elevator until he sees no more
Growing no greater or less weary, he has seen his open door
I wept once for Victoria for she did not deserve the fate
The Doctor crept away once more, not a regret for sate

inspired by Mason James's " 'Til I Met You "