The tides of death is nearing closer
Grim please don't take me yet
i have my life to live.
yet the tide is coming closer
and my life is thinning out
Mr.Grim wants to take me
His shadow is on my face
nearing me i slowly shiver in fear of his motives i will always be that one girl who will never know her true fate. mr.grim has taken all of what is left of me and as i lay dying on the cold kitchen floor you will cry your fake tears in everlasting joy.
