Invisible

Where will I go
When I die?
Will I go under
Or will I fly?
What is waiting
Behind the door?
Is there just darkness
Or so much more?
These are questions
I ask myself
And then I put them
Upon the shelf
And I figure
Maybe one day
I'll pull the trigger
And blow away
While I'm loving you I'm hating me
And that's a bloody cold reality
I am someone no one else can see
I'm invisible

Well alright
No solutions
And no big breaks
It's just confusion
And heartaches
But it don't matter
A bit to me
Cause I ain't feeling
What I can't see

Repeat Chorus

What do you say?

Where will I go
When I die?
Will I go under
Or will I fly?
And what is waiting
Behind the door?
Will there be darkness
Or so much more?