Lyrics:
You there with your< bag of goldThought you had it all togetherBut your hands are emptyDoes it matter knowThe pain it caused you cannot measureBut who am I? Who am I to compare my pain to yours?Suffering is sweet agonyWho am I to compare my pain to yours?My suffering must mean somethingSo, hey there, quit imaginingThat you have left this lifeYour eyes are tired and your feat are wornNo, no one seems to hear your desperate criesBut who am I?If I believe that's the truthThen I believe youIf that's the way it should beThen I believe youWho am I to compare my pain to yours?Suffering is sweet agonyWho am I to compare my pain to yours?My suffering must mean somethingMust mean something to you, to meIt's trueWho am I