Okay. So I've been drinking a little.. And I felt the need to copy this song to my site..

For all the things you said I'd never do
For all the things you said that were untrue
For all the times you made me feel low
Said I'd never make it on my own
Things are lookin' up for me now
It seems like karma's makin' its rounds
It's my turn, I won't be held down, no
Karma's gonna visit you too
You gotta pay for the things you put me through
I hope you do, I hope you do
I hope your hell is filled with magazines
And on every page, you see a big picture of me
And under every picture, the caption should read

Not bad for a guy from the gutter like me.
For all the times you stabbed me, yeah
For all the times you tried to hurt my pride
For all the pain I held down deep inside
I know you bitches think I'm somewhere dyin' inside
But I'm right here..