I couldn't tell you the future, but I can't even remember my past
How do we know the differences, we strive to make, will grow and last?
I couldn't tell you that I understood because you wouldn't believe me anyway
And I couldn't tell you my opinion because you'd have so many other things to say

Some say my opinion doesn't matter,
While others say we need the free speech!
Some say my goals are all that matter,
Others say they're too hard to reach
I couldn't tell you the truth,
Because it's buried so far in the ground
All I can be is confused by the opinions that are floating around

These facts are not facts,
These truths are not truths,
And they should not matter at all to you.
But....
They do.
And you never know how they appeal to you or why they do,
But no matter how much you hate them you want to know what others think of you...
But do yours matter to them?
That's a horse of a different color.
If theirs matter to you,
Wouldn't yours matter to them too?

Maybe nothing matters.
I'm afraid I couldn't say.

That's why it's up to you
To find your own way.

Don't listen to the liars, and the cheats, and the cads,
Don't listen to your mothers, your brothers, or dads.
Just live your truth and speak your mind
Remember opinions aren't facts but they're no less kind
What is my truth?
What do I stand for?
I couldn't tell you
Simply because I don't have a truth.