Sweet oblivion 
He reaches out again
Begging with me
Same thing as before
Still, im not very sure
What if what they say is true
What if i should stay
'Dont listen to what they say'
All i have is dismay
I thought he was my friend
All he really wanted was my end
Scar after scar
Fight after fight
I find myself sitting here tonight
He hands me one more special thing
Cold in my grasp
As serious as a heart attack
One last final decision
Made in part by oblivion