In a fiction made up long ago, by Mr. Agafonov
We see someone who looks a lot like me!
There’s a pair of pretty egos
And twice as many unresolved scenarios peculiar as can be
In a fiction made up long ago by Mr. Agafonov
I seem to be the only one who’s here
I'm a nobody but young and old
My bedroom’s full of cotton balls
Some days I can’t remember how to speak
Fortunate for me, he always oversees!
Making me seem happy, when nobody else believes
Acting somewhere from within
Rotting out my brain and leaving bruises on my skin oh!
Over and over, and over, and over and over again you take over me!
Over and over, and over, and over again you belong to me
Over and over, and over, and over and over again you take over me!
Over and over, and over, and over again, a calamity!

In a fiction made up long ago, by Mr. Agafonov, we see someone who looks a lot like me!
My abrasions leaking printer ink, and filling up the kitchen sink
I’ve lost my own ability to think
Well the man behind the fiction had a terrible conviction when he saw himself reflecting in my eyes
He’s a memory of long ago, preservers emotions left aglow
And echo who’s been hiding in desguise
Fortunate for me
He dosent get upset!
Making sure I know he’s there whenever I forget
Locked up, somewhere in the rot
There to let me know
That we deserve the story we got
Over and over, and over and over and over, and over again you’re not listening!
Over and over and over, and over again just obey me!
Over and over and over again, a calamity!

I don’t remember what I did
I don’t remember what was done to me
I don’t remember why I'm so scared
I don’t remember who was there to see
We don’t remember what we did
We don’t remember what was done to us
We don’t remember who we are
I might remember who you are to me, though

In a fiction written long ago
I held your hand and let it go
The knight shining armor plunged
His sword into his maiden lungs
So was it out for mercy?
Or maybe due suicide?
A pair of pretty egos
Just met each other eye to eye
Now promise me your stiff remains
Will hold in place, and I’ll restrain
Your fingers died and oxidized
By blame collected over time
See everything is our fault
My duty’s to apologize
The punishment for our deeds
Is judged upon what I decide
So he told me