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.