The 4th place in the race,
Was enough to feel the punch on your face.
Tighter you wish you tied your lace..
'cause your struggle was hard to increase your pace.
The defeat in the game is bitter to digest,
you cuss yourselves because you couldn't give your best!
Mirror says ,you are just a piece of waste!
Cant blame the referee who you feel was never the fairest.
Result of the war was more than bad,
your morale went down and you lost what you had.
Trying to recollect all those who made you mad,
creating a new picture in head which wouldn't have made you sad!
Life is a game it has it's rules
only one can win, other has to loose!
The winner is always you if you had to choose.
Thinking won't help that the mistake was whose.
Get up now and fight back next time
The looser is not inferior and the victor isn't prime
Don't ever regret as it wont help you a dime
Create new stories in head with songs and rhymes!
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