When you decide to leave me
I'll quench my thirst in the Lethe
Let the river water deceive me
And leave that life behind.
If going to heaven means I remember
I would rather burn in the ember
I will be ****** as one more member
Of my own prison of a mind.

When you come upon the Lethe
Will you choose not to see me?
While my heavy legs beneath me
Grow weary of this futile crusade
Will you drink oblivion and forget
Or choose to live with the regret
Claim it was a mistake we ever met
And forsake the love we made.

Please don’t drink the water
Please don’t wash me away
Please don’t drink oblivion
Please don’t think I’m already gone