It's a strange thing, Doctor - what I think of you.
It's not easy having yourself a good time
Greasing up those bets and betters
Watching out they don't four-letter
I mean, don't get me wrong, I hate your guts, but it's... different somehow. I've nevwer been able to let go...
Fuck and kiss you both at the same time
Smells-like something I've forgotten
Curled up died and now it's rotten
I remember on Gallifrey - oh so long ago - that we entered the TARDIS hangar bay. We left home on the same day - you with that Granddaughter of yours me alone - by the same means - although why you went for a type fortyu I will never understand - and with the same goal in mind.
To see that universe.
Of course, since then, we've both changed.
I'm not a gangster tonight
Don't want to be a bad guy
I'm just a loner baby
And now you're gotten in my way
To begin with, the drums were just a reccuring headache, that I ignored as I rose to become a future temporal control official, or some such blah. When I got older, they were more of an - inspiration, as it were, though such a nice word can hardly be used to describe them. They told me that I could rule - but I decided to do it on my own terms, not on theirs.
Then - well, then I lost my regenerations, didn't I? And the drums were just another of many pains. I cared more then about your death then anything else.
Then I took that accursed Trakenite body - and it hit me just how much you mattered to me. That, without you, what purpose would I have?
But you were always such a stinking nuisance.
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
What?
So yeah, I'm getting a little mushy, but I'm not allowed to get mushy? There's some law? No of course there isn't, I am the bloody law.
Remember the Death Zone, when I said I'd enjoy killing you three times over? Well, it was true, you know. I would. But I can't. Don't ask me why.
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
Of course, then there was the whole thing in San Fran - oh how I enjoyed blowing that blasted city to rubble - and I was left alone in the vortex for quite a while...
Alone with the drums.
It's a bitch convincing people to like you
If I stop now call me a quitter
If lies were cats you'd be a litter
Pleasing everyone isn't like you
Dancing jigs until I'm crippled
Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled
And in all that time, I listened to them, and I learned what they were.
I've got to hand it to you
You've played by all the same rules
It takes the truth to fool me
And now you've made me angry
Of course, you've changed too. You blew the whole stinking lot of Time Lords to dust and cinder, and you lost a life along the way. You've - hell, you are gonna hate me for this but - you've almost turned into a good version of me.
What am I talking about, you always were.
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
Why am I talking to you about this, I hear you ask? Why am I going on and on?
Because I still can't kill you.
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
Oh I could throw you in the lake
Or feed you poisoned birthday cake
I wont deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone
I know perfectly well you've got a plan to stop me - hell, you've probably alreadsy implemnted it, haven't you?
I know that you're going to win. So why oh why have I not killed you?
Oh I could bury you alive
But you might crawl out with a knife
And kill me when I'm sleeping
That's why
Because I can't. Because, despite everything, you have been, and always will be, my only friend. The only one who knew me before al this. The only one who can attest that - despite everything, despite the evils, despite Traken, despite - well, despite my whole life up to this point, really, I was once a good person.
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
But of course, I'm not anymore, am I, Doctor?
This world is mine. The universe is mine. I know what you're planning. I'll win. And there will be a new Gallifrey in the heavens. My Gallifrey. I only hope, when I've done it, that you appreciate it.
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
"Well?" asked the Master, looking down at the little old man sitting in his wheelchair. "Do you have anything to say?"
The Doctor, horribly aged, said nothing. He just sat there, staring, as the music came to a stop.
"Anything?" asked the Master.
"What can I say to you?" asked the Doctor slowly.
The Master sighed.
"I only wanted you to listen," he murmured. "So you understand why I haven't ended your life, when I could've done."
"You did it because I was your friend when we were kids?" asked the Doctor increduosly.
"Believe it or not, ether way, you've heard it," said the Master. "And that's all that matters."
He turned on his heel, and walked out of the observation room.
The Doctor stared after him for a long while.
"I forgive you," he whispered.