Drowning in the Styxe

I need you to drive the knife into my heart
     because I couldn't get it far enough.
I need you to end it all to save me
     because I'm the broken one.

If you love me more than anything,
     then you'll give this gift I need desperately -
my last final wish before I let you go
    and free my lost and lonely soul.

Will you let me drown in the Styxe?
Will you let Lethe carry me
    to a place where I can forget I ever lived?
Death's no stranger there; I'd be more welcome in his lair.
It took me more than twenty years to find my place of rest.

I'll swim in the river of the dead,
And I'll fly with my fellow ghosts.
I'll swim in the river of the dead,
And I'll fly with my fellow ghosts:
 
     These lost but friendly souls.