"End Of A Story" lyrics

You may have won this fight, taking stabs in the dark
I've taken it this far, just picture the scene
Turn the lock on the handle, to open the door
To the stench of death, liquor, and smoke
A pack of cigarettes, lined the ashtray
Evidence he fought, your lies all day
Placed a rifle between his legs, and the barrel to his chest
A slight tap of the trigger, with the help of your vile finger
Lodged a bullet in his head, leaving you lifeless, dead

(This will not be our story, your lies won't trap us here)