You there with your bag of gold
Thought you had it all together
But your hands are empty
The pain it caused you cannot measure
But who am I?
Does it matter now?
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 That you have left this life
Your eyes are tired and your feet are worn
So, hey there, quit imagining
But who am I?
No one seems to hear your desperate cry If I believe that's the truth
Then I believe you
If that's the way it should be
Then I believe you Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
Suffering is sweet agony
My suffering must mean something
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
Must mean something to you, to me Who am IIt's true.
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