Backstab marriage

In the end it doesn't matter what was said and done
This situation makes me love you even more
I answered your questions with a smoking hot gun
I'm sure you're dead, but I fire two more shots just to be sure.

You're so beautiful in your white dress now stained red
You should have done the right thing, I'm certain that you could
On the tile floor in our home, you fractured, broken, and dead.
How you begged, cried, pleaded, it honestly did you no good.

Did you really think I didn't know? That I wouldn't hear and see?
How could I not hear your voices, echoing from our bedroom?
Every crime has a toll, every transgression as a bleeding fee.
I'll be the chaplin for your wedding, the dead bride and groom.

So you and your love, enjoy your honeymoon stay here in hell
I'll be taking my leave from you and your doomed "Spouse"
How many times did I shoot you two? I honestly can't tell
Just stay warm, stay close, as I burn down the house.