Mest Ondt

Was it me you were still here. We would follow each other not fall apart. Was it for me it was me you held on this night. Was it for me, I had stopped time. We drifted apart now I have another. And it s too late is not you I love on this night. You ve got the best of everything of what I could give you. Without the chance to get it back. What makes most evil is all that I miss now that you pass on now to one who is not me. But what makes the most evil it makes the most evil. When y