Those Willow Trees

You will never know me like the willow trees do.
The ones I used to cry under without you.
You know me, yet under my skin, you have no clue.
‘Cause everything I ever said has been edited.

I will never be the one you think I am;
I’m flawed and I am foggy – an imperfect gem.
You could say that I lied, but I really, really tried
To be someone who could get ten out of ten.

You don’t know the person that I used to be
I was cynical and sad, sarcastic and a tad mad,
But the person I am now is all you’ve ever seen
And when the crazy’s back, I knew I’d have to leave.

And I still can’t tell the truth, neither to me nor to you,
So we’ll have to go from here, and let it pan out
Until we can see clearly and without a doubt.
So I’m sorry to abandon you in this drought.