I Can
I can see right through the lies that they bought.
I can tell them the truth, what you really are.
It doesn't matter who they believe, we both know what really went on.
You are a pitiful excuse for a person, and I wish you hell.
I know what you did to me, to my family.
For it you will pay, though it may not be today.
I’m willing to wait, I know justice will come from His hand.
Though the court took pity on you and your crafty lies,
I will have the final say.
When you’re finally gone, I will only have one thing to say:
I hope you regret it,
Because I know you’ll soon be wishing you hadn’t done what you have.
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