Once or twice I met the reaper In the dark despair of night Inner battles kept on waging And there was no end in sight I begged of her to take me Towards the warm embracing light She ignored my painful pleas Perhaps the timing wasn't right I had almost lost all hope With the never ending fight Her wanted poster on my arm Tattooed just in spite A set of keys and whiskey Cars can fly just like a kite Soon after those events Change started to take flight A gift of a son Made my world much more bright The anguish has retreated And I'm starting to feel alright So, Please thank her when you meet her there's a good chance that you might Im grateful to be here now If only for tonight.
Miss Grim, my alter ego. Alias. She's tattooed on my arm forever, So the world will know That I have met her.