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There are two pirates that sail through my head.
They pilfer my thoughts, and leave them for dead.
Pillage my memories, and steal what is mine.
Drink my desires like a glass of cheap wine.
I hide my frustrations, but they have the map.
They dance on my sadness, and call me a sap.
My inner most fears, are slaves to these men.
Who sail through my mind, to attack me again.
They pilfer my thoughts, and leave them for dead.
Pillage my memories, and steal what is mine.
Drink my desires like a glass of cheap wine.
I hide my frustrations, but they have the map.
They dance on my sadness, and call me a sap.
My inner most fears, are slaves to these men.
Who sail through my mind, to attack me again.