Another statistic

[Intro – heartbeat / spoken]
They tried to count me…
But they never counted on me.

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[Verse 1]
They wrote my life in pencil, left the eraser near
Told me I was “at risk” before I hit a year
Charts, forms, numbers in a line
But I’m more than a checkbox next to “decline”
They measured my pain with a survey sheet
While I learned how to smile on trembling feet
Said “odds aren’t good,” like odds were fate
But I ain’t built to live by a percentage rate

Every label they stamped tried to stick to my skin
But I’m not the past they tried to pin me in
I’m not a file in a dusty drawer
I’m a voice they forgot to prepare for

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[Hook / Chorus]
I don’t wanna be another statistic
Another number they read off quick
Another “could’ve been” in a report that’s printed
I’m living proof I ain’t finished
I’m more than data, more than a line
More than a headline frozen in time
You can count your charts, I’ll count my breath
I’m not your percentage — I outlived death

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[Verse 2]
They say “kids like you don’t usually rise”
I say “watch me rewrite your lies”
I carried storms in a paper bag
Still walked straight when my heart would drag
They only track when you fall apart
Nobody graphs a healing heart
They document the crash, not the climb
But survival is a victory every time

I seen friends turn into framed names
Candles and tears in digital flames
And I swore to the sky, fists tight, chin high
“I refuse to be a memory before I even try.”

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[Bridge – softer but intense]
I am not a warning sign
I am not a dotted line
I am breath, I am choice
I am more than your noise

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[Final Hook – louder / empowered]
I don’t wanna be another statistic
Another case closed quick and distant
I’m a heartbeat, loud and resistant
I’m living, breathing, persistent
You can’t sum me up in ink and math
I’m the survivor you didn’t graph
I’m the future you never predicted
I’m here — and I’m not your statistic.

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