[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.]
