Maybe this is just a game I play
Maybe I'll see you again one day
But even if I do or don't it doesn't matter anyway
Cause I wash my hands of you, and I see nothing more.
Maybe if I take a little time
Maybe I should write another rhyme
I don't know what I'll do but I'll do something to forget
Cause I washed my hands of you and I see nothing more.
Every time I try to open up my eyes, I guess I forget
That even if I was blind you wouldn't be hard to find,
that's what I regret.
I know what I've been told, this is getting old
Wash my hands of you and I see nothing more