AN UNBIASED VIEW OF BEST SONGS OF ALL TIME

Fatima sits on a rock/Her property was her palace, and now it’s absent, collapsed and damaged/To whom can she complain?/She fell sufferer to this trap amongst ideal and remaining…/Could it be prepared, if the troops appear or not?“I want the deepest, darkest, sickest aspects of you that you are fearful to share with everyone since I love you