Dead presidents

Hey Mr. Franklin it's good to have you with me. Let's go for a walk. I know I killed my ideals, but that is just my deal, You shouldn't judge too hard. Today, I realized me life has changed. And I have to cope with myself. I sold my soul, Sold my soul, Just for money to earn. I sold my soul, but I got so many lessons to learn. And those dead presidents were never my friends. I'll never be happy in the end. Hey Mr. Bankman , take care of my account please, I got lots on it. But isn't it ironic, that all I ever dreamed of, Becomes my nightmare now. And I don't have the strength to carry on. But now it's too late to go back.