Zhymonne Escober - Sally and Roy

Roy lived in 57th street
Visited Sally twice a week
Sally oh that poor old gal
Just placing the blame on my best pal
Consumed by her fantasies unable to see
That it just isn't meant to be
Her expectations are
Beyond his capabilities
She hides from the truth
Stuck in her own plastic booth
But what she really cares for is
The absurd possibilities
Her wishes are comical
What she asks requires miracles
Roy, she can highlight your flaws
And keep comparing to ideals
I never see you as less
You meet up to my appeals
Roy oh I didn't have the heart to say
You wasted your time my friend day and day
Roy oh I know you didn't read the signs
But when it all ends I know that you'd be fine
You'll brush it off your shoulder
Have a couple of beers
While Sally will be scared for years
Why can't she just accept the clear
Incompatibility
She tried to alter her character
To better fit his desires
But no matter what she does
It ends in plain futility
Down the rabbit hole she goes
Tangled in the thorns of roses
I'm tired of playing the therapist
When can I be the patient
I'm not saying I deserve a prize
Returning the favor just would've been nice
I could read on from the endless list
And I have to provide an explanation
Don't come crying to me for help
I'll give you a taste of how I felt
When I just needed someone to listen

Written by:
Zhymonne Escober

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