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Loser

I know what you're thinking right now
You're probably looking for that one chance
Which will change your attitude.
You're probably looking for that one chance
Which will highlight you and not someone else.

In other words, you're looking for that one chance
With which you can become a winner.
But what if you cant, what if you lose?
Will you be shattered?
Will you be ruined?
Or will you come back again
Or maybe look at it as an opportunity
And not a failure.

Well, you'll probably refer to yourself as a loser
But here's the thing.
You're not a loser.
You're just a winner in the making.
That's it. That's the difference.

And I'll tell you why you failed.
You didn't believe in yourself
You think you did, but in real, you didn't
And unless you do it, life's gonna bash you up
And push you down
It won't let you stand up till you shout at it
Saying that you're back, that you're a new yourself
That you believe in yourself, that you're not a loser.

See, you're not worthless.
Every man on this planet is equal
It's just that we all wanna beat each other
We keep focussing on others and forget to focus
On ourselves.

So stop crying if you've failed.
Get up, look at yourself in the mirror and say
"I'm back."
Believe that you can do it.
And this time, don't look what others are doing.

He who says he can and he who says he can't
Are often right.
So if you think you can do it,
You'll automatically beat yourself.
And when you do that.
You get converted into a winner.

You might have not become the best; you might not
Have beaten your competitors
But remember something
The Best is always temporary,
But the Good is permanent.

You're not a loser.
You're just, a winner in the making.








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