I can see right through the lies 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.