You there with your bag of gold, yeah
Thought you had it all together
But your hands are empty, does it matter now?
The pain it caused you cannot measureBut who am I?
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
Suffering is sweet agony
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
My suffering must mean something
Hey there, quit imagining yeah
That you have left this life
Your eyes are tired and your feat are worn
No, no one seems to hear your desperate criesBut who am I?
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
Suffering is sweet agony
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
My suffering must mean somethingIf I believe that's the truth
Then I believe you
If that? s the way it should be
Then I believe youWho am I to compare my pain to yours?
Suffering is sweet agony
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
My suffering must mean something
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
Suffering is sweet agony
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
My suffering must mean somethingMust mean something to you, to me
It's true
Who am I?
