Who Monitors The Monitor Lyrics

A lackluster finale to the so-called best years of my
life.
I don't feel much like celebrating.
I don't feel much like doing anything.

Through playing the waiting game.
Fed up with my apathetic point of view. Won't be who you've made me anymore.

This is the silver lining in the bottom of a downturn.
(We're all so)
I'm long overdue for getting back on top.
So sick of vain attempts to fill your shoes.

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