meat on your bones, they won't know, they won't know...

cut me open top to bottom
is this really what you wanted?
blood proves nothing in the end
but i'll give it to you if it's all that will please you

london bridge is falling down
but the arch in my back curves more still
i know it's supposed to prove a point
but the sting is almost too much

there, now you have it
the crimson taste you crave
i know that later you'll help me hide this
a secret beneath the folds of my dress

a gentle touch, a covert glance
it's scarring, but it will heal
or will it? you smile and turn away
and i let out a breath - the last time...