Aesthetic Perfection

its just a question of time before i forget
who you are and what it was to me
i cant pretend
to understand a thing
what if it all comes back?
its not what was expected but
theres no reason to keep holding on
i feel contempt
i feel regret
and now i see that nothings changed
i'm breaking down
and its because of you
i question why i made this sacrifice
everything i do is not enough for you
i wonder
why do i feel this way?
fighting against air
fighting against time
i dont know where im headed anymore
my blind progression leaves no impression
of the life i used to know
everything that was familiar is
now reduced to a pile of dust
memories have aged
many lives have changed
so now its time for me to do the same