The Styx Beckons

If I should die this very moment, who would ever know?
If I should cross the River Styx, who'd be there to see me go?
Who would care, who would cry?
Who would keep my graveside by?
Should I care, should I cry?
Do I need to wonder why?
Would anybody notice? Would anybody care?
Would anybody try to reason why I'm never there?
End this trouble, end this strife,
Take the blade and stop my life...
Can't bear a life of stops and starts
Take this knife
And Stop
My
Heart...