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I know that you’re on the inside
You know that I’m looking out
For me
You’re sitting pretty
As I wallow in self-pity
And there’s no coming back for me

You’re crazy for thinking I’m above this
You’re crazy for believing I don’t care
You’re crazy for thinking I’m below you
You’re crazy, you’re crazy

My ambition and every intention
Is to go where I shouldn’t go
Pleasing to my eyes
Through a wretched reply
It’s soothing to my soul

"A mildly-sarcastic look at people who aren’t satisfied with their own life, so they tend to put people they envy on a pedestal. Instead, they need to accept who they are in Christ."

by:

PLUMB ‘95

Take the cup of delusion
This empty hole inside
Drinks the wine of remorse
And giving cause to stumble
It’s sobering, the changes

Don’t turn around
Don’t walk away
Don’t try to lead
When you don’t know

La dum da da dum
Blotting out the stains of nonsense
And drenched in this desire
Spilling from an empty cup
You bury guilt like sin
Hurling smiles and judgments
The blatant tone of your soul
Creates a blackness deep within

Bitterness trickles through
This vein of tenderness

"A summary of all peer pressures compiled into one. Stand up when you can, but don’t be afraid to stay seated because you simply don’t know the answer."

by:

PLUMB ‘95

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
Your eyes are tired and your feet 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 somthing to you, to me
It’s true
Who am I?

"A song about people’s often self-inflicted pain, and what we can do to help them. It is often hard to understand what they are going through, but we need to be able to listen and comfort them the best that we can. God will use the pain that we have gone through to minister to their life."

by:

PLUMB ‘95