Nothing to tell now; let the words be yours, I'm done with mine - Cassidy

Just a mouthful of words. Just words. I hear the sounds, don't catch the meaning. Jumbled through your lack of values or maybe just jibberish. More words. What's important to me, maybe not to you. I can say mine once, twice or even three times. Talk, talk, talk. I can hear your's even more. Listen, listen, listen. Until they are seen there is no meaning. None. Say what you mean.
Those are my words and I am done with them.