Who Am I? — Plumb

You there with your< bag of gold Thought you had it all together But your hands are empty Does it matter know 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 something

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

But who am i?

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 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