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…