[A/N. So. I think I was on LSD when I came up with this. Yeah. . . Don't ask. Just. . . Yeah. . . XDDD I do not own Evita or "Don't Cry for Me, Argentina." You see what would happen if I did. . . ]

Don't Cry for Me, Mail Jeevas

Performed by Mello

It won't be easy, you'll think it strange

When you hear the plea of Mihael Keehl

that I still need your love after all that I've done

You won't believe me

All you will see is a boy you once knew

Although he's dressed up in leather

And platform shoes.

I had to let it happen, I had to change

Couldn't stay all my life down at heel

Defeated at Wammy's, never being number one.

So I chose freedom

Running away, joining the mob.

But nothing impressed me at all

It was simply a job.

Don't cry for me, Mail Jeevas.

The truth is I never left you

Even though I did

And we were parted

I broke my promise

And almost died.

And as for Death Notes and kidnapped girls

I never invited them in

Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired

They were only tools

And they burned away in flames.

The answer was here all the time

I love you and hope you will die for me.

Sorry. . .

Don't cry for me, Mail Jeevas.

The truth is I never left you

Even though I did

And we were parted

I broke my promise

And almost died.

Have I said too much?

There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.

But all you have to do is look at me to know

That I am totally screwed.

-Fin!-

[A/N: Like I said. Don't. Ask.]