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?


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 nothing


So, hey there, quit imagining
That you have left this life
Your eyes are tired and your feet are worn
No, no one seems to hear your desperate cries


But who am I?


Repeat Chorus


If I believe that's the truth
Then I believe you
If that's the way it should be
Then I believe you


Repeat 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 somthing to you, to me
It's true
Who am I?