I don't want to know.
I don't want to hear your words,
or listen to what you have to say.
And though I did once,
that time has passed,
your last chance blew away
with the sands of time.
I don't want to see you sorry,
I don't want you on your knees,
begging to come back to me.
Because I might just have to forgive you
if you do.