I don't want to be another statistic

I don't want to be another statistic
Another face left in the crowd
Pushing smaller people around
Feeling joyous and proud
I don't want to be another statistic
To where I'm left out in the rain
Looking up and getting soaked
Drenched in all my sorrow and pain
I don't want to be another statistic
Cutting myself until I'm numb
Crying over my ex-boyfriend
That feels really stupid and dumb
I don't want to be another statistic
Another person who sheds a tear
Running away from all my problems
Never conquerin' my fear
I don't want to be another statistic
Called names bitch, slut, whore, hoe
Reflecting me on my judgement
And no one really cares to know
I don't want to be another statistic
Being pushed away by a newer friend
Crying and feeling left out
Knowing this is the end.