You there with your bag of gold

Thought you had it all together

But your hands are empty

Does it matter now?

The pain it caused you cannot measure

But 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 nothing



So, hey there, quit imagining

That you have left this life

Your eyes are tired and your feet are worn

No one seems to hear your desperate cry

But who am I?



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If I believe that's the truth

Then I believe you

If that's the way it should be

Then I believe you



Chorus



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



Must mean something to you, to me

It's true

Who am I