the rain is pouring down
as she lay alone on her bed
thinking what would happen
to all the things in her head
she can’t decide on
what to do or what to wear
as she take a look in the closet
she can never choose, she can’t compare
and old sweater’s hanging there
gives her warmth and comfort
on the otherside, there’s the new evening dress
makes her feel beautiful and elegent
but there’s always another option
it’s always her choice, her decision
just throw away the dress, and go burn the sweater
just go out and find a new attire
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