I don't want to be another statistic
some suicidal teen.
Who makes a choice to kill herself,
when the world seems too mean.
She can't go on with life,
or so to her it seems.
Reality has fallen short
and so has her many dreams.

I don't want to be another statistic
some pregnant little girl.
Who met a great guy
and then gave sex a whirl.
She was only fifteen,
but it felt so right.
She thought they'd be together
for more than just a night.

I don't want to be another statistic
some kid strung out on crack.
Who started at a party
and now she can't turn back.
First cigarettes and alcohol,
now meth, crack and cocaine.
She's been smoking it so long
that now she's gone insane.

I don't want to be another statistic
some girl left in the rain.
Who was walking home from school,
then raped and left in pain.
She can't tell her parents
and it hurts to tell her friends.
She doesn't know she'll do,
to make the nightmare end.

I don't want to be another statistic
some kid out of school.
Who dropped out really early
and was acting like a fool.
He thought it was boring,
he thought it was dumb.
He doesn't have an education,
he lives on the street like a bum.

I don't want to be another statistic
some stereotypical teen.
I'm going to make a difference,
I'll finish with my dreams.
I won't end up pregnant, on drugs,
or even dead.
I won't drop out of school
because I'll use my head.
I don't want to be another statistic.