Tristâme Between the Lines

I talked and listened to you. I thought I really knew you. You feigned interest in my passion. Those were not your words. Those were not your real thoughts, so why would you waste your time and your effort? In vain my attempts were to find the meaning of your words, hidden behind a sincere-looking smile. I see you contradicting everything you said before, and here I am again trying to find a meaning lost between the lines. I can simply blame you, or should I blame myself too? Has my wishful thinking betrayed my senses? In vain my attempts were to find the meaning of your words, hidden behind a sincere-looking smile.