End of the Affair

She told herself she didn’t care He was never really there It was the end of the affair It didn’t matter that it was unfair She takes the bottle and pours a glass Drank the first one really fast She knew it would not be the last Feeling the dead hand of the past But the memories didn’t fade Not even with the alcohol aid She should have called a spade a spade It would have ended anyway She goes to bed and closes her eyes But even in darkness she couldn’t hide The emptiness would not subside She's all alone with the tears she cries Next to the phone that doesn’t ring She was his puppet on a string He’s moved on to better things That’s the part that really stings She hears the ticking of the clock She can not sleep her mind won’t stop Tomorrow she was gonna take stock But tonight, she’s not a rock The sun dons bright, her mood is grim She just can’t quit thinking about him She is way out on a limb Getting back is looking slim She closes the door and clicks the lock Goes to the closet and gets her glock She looks in the mirror and it’s a shock She pulls the trigger at nine o'clock