Autopsy

Cut me open to see how I died.
In the end, all that matters is what was inside.
Did I die from a broken heart, or one too ill-used.
Was I dead from the start, or should I blame it on you?

Slice across my chest. Expose me to the world.
If you're not careful, I could be hurled
So much farther into madness than I have ever been.
Just be careful with my death, as if you've ever been
That way with my life.

What happened to me? Do you know yet?
Murder, or suicide, or just an accident?
Natural causes? Maybe. You'll just have to find out.
So much left to see, yet never a clear route.

Just cut me open to see how I died.

They all know now why I am this way.
A murder, yes, murder, that's what the newscasters say.
You've killed me this time; the deed is done.
But this life is mine; you'll never know you've won.

Just cut me open. See how I died.
In the end, all that matters is what was inside.
Did I die from a broken heart or one too ill-used?
Yes, I was dead from the start, but I'll still blame it on you.

I was dead from the start, but I blame it on you.