Who Am I

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? Chorus 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?