Miles a minute my thoughts are flying,
He reaches out,
Like I'll take his hand.
Is this what it feels like dying?
Is this what it's like to break a heart?
Can I do this, and cause more sadness?
There's a trick, I once was told.
Aging must be a secret from him,
So young a face,
And yet so old.
It's only now I understand,
What lies behind those tired eyes.
The tears that fall,
For me.
They aren't tears at all,
But stories.
Every end he could have for told.
All the places we would have gone.
The house with a blue door,
At the end of it all.
It's where he'd leave us be.
He's been trying to get them there,
All of us,
Me.
But some how he fails,
To get their happy ending.
So in each tear he expresses,
The unwritten endings,
Instead of the messes.
I cry for that ending,
He wanted for us.
It could never have been real,
I understand that now.
I understand.
I understand.
In the end we won't be real,
Not in his mind.
We're all just tales he can never rewrite.
Fix,
Change,
Alter.
I hope he can see,
In my eyes that i'm happy.
Forever he will be my best friend.
The raggedy man,
Here till the end.
It's okay I plead,
With tears.
The story is done and over now,
And I am okay.
It's an ending to be proud of,
And here's the last line.
In the beginning said to you hello,
So Raggedy Man,
Good bye.