Who Am I? - Plumb
Written by：Tiffany Arbuckle/Matt Bronleewe
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
That you have left this life
Your eyes are tired and your feet are worn
No one no one seems to hear your desperate cry
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
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 nothing
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
