I don't care.

That's what we're saying,
Disregarding emotions we hide in our mouth behind closed lips,
Are we preying on those paying,
The prices rise with the coins in the jar for tips

I'm not who you think.

That's what we're preaching,
Shooting our allies in the heart while staring at a script,
Lying that we're honest as their trust is bleaching,
The losses rise with the coins in the jar for your tip.

Get away from me.

That's what we're shouting,
Curling in on our wounds from too many falls and trips,
Our strength is what we're doubting,
The misery rises with the coins in the jar of tips.

The world needs less of those coins, and more of those ones that we give as advice.
But then again--what's advice in the place of money?
This is the equation:
Money>Knowledge.

Humans are so very foolish.